[00:00.00][00:06.99][00:14.42][00:22.48][00:28.89][01:03.24][01:39.64][02:06.71][03:20.28][03:44.76][04:22.48][04:53.70][05:34.03][00:29.26][02:19.93]Twisting through contorted limb[00:32.28][02:22.84]Sober now from distant whim[00:35.29][02:25.86]Batten down the hatches[00:38.18][02:28.85]The storm approaches, the thunder crashes[00:41.52][02:32.51]It cannot wait[00:42.58][02:35.71]It must be now[00:44.59][02:38.68]A shot's been fired across the bow[00:48.15]What presence here has been proclaimed?[00:55.88]Once was unspoken, it's finally named[01:06.98][03:50.61]So this is sinking, or so it seems[01:10.33][02:10.46][03:54.02]Diving fathoms in lucid dreams[01:13.52][02:13.72][03:57.20]With lungs now aching, begging for air[01:16.92][04:00.62]And only cold water answers[01:20.01][04:03.83]With a cinder block anchor, hope turns to despair[01:23.59][04:07.29]Ripped from the womb, left to the ocean's care[01:26.98][01:33.65][04:10.64](Cold, cold water)[01:50.52]So sink, let go, slip into the depths[01:53.65]Let the pieces of a wasted life slip past the fingertips[01:57.43]Rejoice, exult, a fitting conclusion to a melancholy myth[02:02.46]A grave at sea, an absentee, whose presence won't be missed[02:07.40](So this is sinking, or so it seems[02:17.18]And only cold water answers)[02:44.12][02:56.49][03:08.71]It cannot wait (This cannot happen)[02:47.87][02:59.86][03:11.38]It must be now (This cannot be)[02:49.61][03:01.76][03:13.81](Escape a life of anonymity) A shot's been fired[02:52.98][03:05.34][03:17.29](A drop into the sea) Across the bow[03:20.44](Picking at the bones that came to rest on the ocean bed[03:26.39][04:33.92]Whose subtle pose tells a tale of those that sink like lead[03:33.57][04:40.67]Summon the ire left hanging in moments that swings by the neck to and fro[03:40.30]Assured by the light that there's one way to go)[04:17.35](Cold, cold)[04:27.38]Picking at the bones that came to rest on the ocean bed[04:47.20]Assured by the light that there's one way to go[04:50.79][05:18.26](Care, care)[04:54.04]Picking at the ****ing bones that came to rest on the ocean bed[05:00.58]Whose subtle pose tells a tale of those that sink like lead (sink like lead)[05:07.39][05:20.77]Death is callous, strange, and sudden[05:11.14][05:24.42]A pious, indignant glutton[05:14.70][05:27.89]Whose hands are soft, warm, and inviting