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 tides
 Grey skies, let none survive, oh
 Don't say I didn't warn you
 I would rather see your face in hell
 Than speak another word of this perfect world
 I would rather see your face in hell
 Than speak another word of this perfect world, oh
 Of this perfect world
 Oh, to be buried beneath the waves
 A sailor's grave, it's all I crave
 Bury me (bury me), five thousand 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, go
 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 sailor's grave, it's all I crave
 Bury me (bury me) five thousand 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