Wake up to drownnAnd feast your eyes on the back of the boatnTo scrape your soulnFrom the bottom of the barrelnNow where's your god?nYou ask yourselfnWhen you dig that knife from the back of your lungnThese tears are realnnNow swim! your life depends on it!nnFirst things come firstnYou save youself and let the sea drag the culprit downnTsodeistuhr says that your world is corruptnnYour take down is mine!