His heart is an anchor sinking this ship to the ground
there is no visor to block the sun, so throw up your treasure
He’s fucked, swimming in a pond, she knows it
She’s my captain, and she fondles her broken boards
She’s dying, this anchor is wearing her down
My brothers, you are in shambles, rotting pieces of wood
And I only can reminisce when this ship set sailed
I was proud; I loved
Now, my gold is stone, my patience is string, and my eyes rest on his death
For his chain will break and his anchor will fall to the endless sea
and this ship will be at last set free
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