Seaward - The Acacia Strain

I have escaped into the middle of nowhere

Where no one can hear you or would ever want to journey

I have found you the perfect place to spend the rest of your life

And you’re lucky I let you live this long to see it

I don’t care who you are, you’re no one tonight

I don’t care who you were, you’re nothing tonight

Hair like sand

Skin like salt

She smelled of the sea

I tore her apart

And when she screamed all I could hear was the ocean

I tore her apart

And when she looked at me all I could see was fear

It’s hard to keep sinking ships afloat

I am the failure she never knew

Oceans apart, days away

We are far from lost, but even farther from being found

You’re far beyond you jurisdiction here

«Don't make me come out there and get you son»

I fucking dared him… I fucking dared him

No one can help you way out here

We can’t be bothered by that nonsense way out here

Sand in her hair

Salt on her skin

Bloated but not breathing

The air is soaking wet with salt and death

And I curse like a fucking sailor

And I curse like a fucking sailor

And I curse like a fucking sailor

And I curse like a fucking sailor

Loose lips sink ships