wakin in the mornin feelin weak
afraid to sail
afraid to
"sink or swim"

afraid of the karma
of the water

walkin roads amid all the signs
afraid to live
afraid to die

afraid of the
true sons
(the warriors)

we tell eachother such stories
filled with horror
we tell eachother false tales
of love

afraid of the
holy ******
daughter

well well
here we are
nothin is what we got
nowhere's
the name of the place

afraid to live
afraid to die

afraid of the karma
we see in our face
in the mirror

wakin in the mornin feelin weak
afraid to sail
afraid to
"sink or swim"

afraid of the karma
of the water

wakin in the mornin feelin weak
afraid to sail
afraid to
"sink or swim"

afraid of the karma
of the water