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Ghost of a city breathes its last black breath
We paid a man who deals in death
Traded a home for a rotten plank
A promise whispered from a muddy bank
Left the ghosts and the howling shells
Climbing out of our own private hells
Just a body in a worn-out coat
Pushing off in a funeral boat
The sea's a mouth, a hungry moan
Chewing on splintered wood and bone
We trade the shrapnel for the waves
And pray these aren't just colder graves
Yeah, just a colder darker grave
The sun beats down, a burning fist
A brothers name lost in the mist
He slipped away without a sound
Another treasure never found
We drink the salt, we breathe the fear
Forgetting why we're even here
Just a number, just a stain
Washing out in the poisoned rain
The sea is a mouth, a hungry moan
Chewing on splintered wood and bone
We trade the shrapnel for the waves
And pray these aren't just colder graves
Yeah, just a colder, darker grave
No one's watching from the shore
They don't want to see us anymore
We're a headline faded gray
A problem that should float away
Did we have a name? I can't recall
Just a shadow on a crumbling wall
The sea is a mouth, a hungry moan
Chewing on splintered wood and bone
We trade the shrapnel for the waves
And pray these aren't just colder graves
Yeah, just a colder darker grave
The motor sputters, coughs, and dies
Just the water, just the skies
A whisper on the endless blue
Are we the many? Or the few?
The few
The few