[Rogue waves travel fast and Alone]

Dead before our ship sank,
our vessels drop like stones in the sea
hollow bodies float
though these are concreted in sinful gravity

The captain goes down with their ship
into an ocean of icy blue
blue lips from cold hypothermic lies
so goes the leader, so goes the crew

The lighthouse in the distance
glows bleakly
but we won't make it home tonite
our ship's still sinking

We land among the coral
the salt burning our skin
we bleed until the sharks come
we'll never make it home again