Parkway Drive 

 

  

 

   Boneyards

 

 

  These are the sentiments*

  Of a cold blooded cynic

  So believe me when I say,

  I would love nothing more.

  

  Than for everything,

  To end unpleasantly.

   

  

  Concrete shoes, rising tide,

  Grey skies let none survive,

  Go.

  

  Don't say I didn't warn you.

  

  [x2]

  I would rather see your face in Hell

  Than speak another word

  Of this perfect world.

  

  Of this perfect world.

  

  Oh, to be buried beneath the waves,

  A sailors grave is all I crave.

  

  Bury me (bury me),

  5000 fathoms deep,

  And leave my bones,

  For the depths.

  

  The sharpest teeth await our skin.

  The sharpest teeth await...

  Bloodlust swarms,

  Upon our worthless existence.

  

  The Devil's teeth (the Devil's teeth),

  The Devil's teeth,

  Beneath our skin.

  Whispering of silent vengeance.

  Blood debts remain unpaid.

  

  Now every breath of life

  Has been betrayed.

  Every ideal

  has rusted through.

  

  Nothing we hold brings solace,

  Feed us to the sharks.

  So let nothing remain,

  Feed us to the sea.

  

  To be buried,

  Beneath the waves.

  A sailors grave it's all I crave.

  Bury me (bury me),

  5000 fathoms deep.

  And leave my bones,

  For the depths.

  

  There's blood in the water,

  (sinking, always, sinking).

  There's blood in the water,

  (sinking, always, sinking).

  

  There's blood,

  In the water.

  

  I would rather see your face in Hell

  Than speak another word

  Of this perfect fucking world.