Thirty Years At Sea
by Hearts Alive· from The Black Sleep
The golden city welcomes you now,
with open arms and treacherous reefs.
The shore is no longer in sight.
The wood you cling to is sinking.
You would best be served by giving in.
Let go and feel the cold embrace.
The sea has you broken in.
Lulled by the waves you dream.
Uneasy dreams of land,
that move beneath your feet.
The truth you seek!
The truth you seek.
Under the waves.
The truth you seek!
Of the blood red sea.
Will drag you down.
The whores will not be there,
waiting for you no more.
As you make your beds with
sirens of the truth you've found.
This is the sea of currency.
The cash flows that is the life.
The blood that feeds leviathans.
The corporate whales that suck you in.
Now worry not oh galley slave.
You will be safely put in line.
There at the bottom of the sea.
Of the reasonings of Smith.
And they have you broken in.
Soothed by the vague idea.
The hope of a distant wealth.
The shore that you dream of.
The eluding truth you seek,
under the waves,
of the blood red sea,
will drag you down.
The truth you sought,
under the waves,
of the blood red sea,
now drowns your soul.