The songs u sing the bottle left with poisons memory
I hear you like a siren of anger so I aim my ship at disaster
The rocks of a cliffs breaking tide entice my broken sails
But a safe port I cannot ignore as I weigh the options of pain or survival
I will go down with this ship no matter its fate
A proud captain is my title and my crew abandons ship
So with my last strength I see only indecision at the helm
Let the current lead me to safety rather than rogue waves to death.....