Who might know of this?
The notes we left
Our final thoughts
And we knew they'd get us out

Sink, sink
Drowned by her country
Old, and she
Is cursed and forgotten
Never to surface again

The air runs out
The captain's first
So we take to memories
And layers of clothes
Up there the family waits
Outside we heard hammers
Noises sound like the end
And we will never see them

Sink, sink
Drowned by our country
Dead, and she
Is cursed, old and rotten
Never to surface again