The Tempest (the Siren's Song, The Banshee's Cry)-The Agonist

[00:04.60]I say! [00:07.35]Why do you grip so hard, that way? [00:11.03]Of what, is there left to be afraid? [00:12.92]Let the waves elope with your empty remains. [00:16.98]They erode your foothold, anyway. [00:21.06]They mosh, unaware of their own might. [00:24.93]Hypnotizing. [00:26.71]Shore-ward swallowing. [00:28.94]They storm me, ganging up on me! [00:30.74]What's become of the home that suppored me? [00:32.86]They spit me back after drowning me then slip away dragging their fingers behind them. [00:37.23]But you expel the salt, sink down lower than the undertow would being you. [00:45.32]You just don't seem to see how returning to them is so far beneath you. [00:53.21]But then how come my corpse -- it rises up? [01:01.37]And it is my soul that has sunk? [01:08.78]Hear! [01:10.76]That sound rings out across the land, over the roaring waves, through every grain of sand. [01:20.94]Is it of loss and pain or made to seduce me? [01:26.78]Listen! [01:28.91]The oohs and aahs of funeral spectators death admirators as they bathe in ritual memories and fake tears. [01:39.30]Life's underrated. [01:41.05]Jaded and hatred isolate you so abandon your fears. [01:47.85] [01:48.08]As they spread my ashes like a bouquet of seeds. [01:51.51]Far up, far out... to show you what I'm made of. [01:57.44]Kill the parasite in every co-dependent brain fallen slave to the pull of the waves. [02:08.56]The pull of the waves; the natural decay of all that is made is how redemption is paid. [02:22.33]Say ****inson, who do you blame for your romantic death wish? [02:48.50]And does it remain true that angry winds feel like a lover's breath? [02:55.35]That's why you grip so hard. [02:59.08]No! [02:59.53]It's simply condition keeping me locked in! [03:03.56]I could escape if I knew how to swim! [03:07.35]Look... feel... you're aided. [03:09.22]Wind, sun and strangers have come to guide you so the choice is clear. [03:18.16]As they spread my ashes like a bouquet of seeds. [03:19.72]Far up, far out... to show you what I'm made of. [03:24.41]Kill the parasite in every co-dependent brain fallen slave to the pull of the waves [03:33.22] [03:49.82]Playfully badgering, casually capturing. [03:58.16]To escape the surface chaos is to sink -- not to swim. [04:07.86] [04:09.25]You say to release the stranglehold keeping me safely beneath. [04:17.51]But as the sea foam rises up, tickles my lips and sinks insides, doesn't the choice of future paths become a matter of pride? [04:35.88]When I've struggled so hard to excel, why is it so unappealing to survive. [04:44.39]