《The Tempest (The Siren’s Song， The Banshee’s Cry)》歌词

[00:00:04] I say!Why do you grip so hard, that way?

[00:00:12] Of what, is there left to be afraid?

[00:00:14] Let the waves elope with your empty remains.

[00:00:18] They erode your foothold, anyway.

[00:00:20] They mosh, unaware of their own might.

[00:00:24] Hypnotizing.

[00:00:26] Shore-ward swallowing.

[00:00:26] They storm me, ganging up on me!

[00:00:27] What's become of the home that suppored me?

[00:00:28] They spit me back after drowning me then slip away dragging their fingers behind them.

[00:00:36] But you expel the salt, sink down lower than the undertow would being you.

[00:00:45] You just don't seem to see how returning to them is so far beneath you.

[00:00:52] But then how come my corpse it rises up?

[00:01:01] And it is my soul that has sunk?

[00:01:07] Hear!That sound rings out across the land, over the roaring waves, through every grain of sand.

[00:01:20] Is it of loss and pain or made to seduce me?

[00:01:28] Listen!The oohs and aahs of funeral spectators death admirators as they bathe in ritual memories and fake tears.

[00:01:38] Life's underrated.

[00:01:41] Jaded and hatred isolate you so abandon your fears.

[00:01:47] As they spread my ashes like a bouquet of seeds.

[00:01:51] Far up, far out... to show you what

[00:01:54] I'm made of.

[00:01:55] Kill the parasite in every co-dependent brain fallen slave to the pull of the waves.

[00:02:22] The pull of the waves;the natural decay of all that is made is how redemption is paid.

[00:02:34] Say Dickinson, who do you blame for your romantic death wish?

[00:02:46] And does it remain true that angry winds feel like a lover's breath?

[00:02:54] That's why you grip so hard.

[00:02:58] No!It's simply condition keeping me locked in!

[00:03:01] I could escape if

[00:03:04] I knew how to swim!

[00:03:05] Look... feel... you're aided.

[00:03:08] Wind, sun and strangers have come to guide you so the choice is clear.

[00:03:14] As they spread my ashes like a bouquet of seeds.

[00:03:19] Far up, far out... to show you what

[00:03:22] I'm made of.

[00:03:23] Kill the parasite in every co-dependent brain fallen slave to the pull of the waves

[00:03:48] Playfully badgering, casually capturing.

[00:03:55] To escape the surface chaos is to sink not to swim.

[00:04:10] You say to release the stranglehold keeping me safely beneath.

[00:04:14] 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?

[00:04:34] When I've struggled so hard to excel, why is it so unappealing to survive.