Take it to the grave
Take it to the bottom
Seal the truth in salty gulps
Take it to the grave
Why do we ask your scarred remains to name their killer?
Take it to the grave
Gone
These shallow beds have long housed Neptune's savage bulls
Hunting in the fresh, but the rogue whites rule the deep
Shadowed in the salty tide, a rogue white compels
The savage limbs have long bled their truth away
The onlookers’ eyes have all gone to dust
Remember your place in this world
Mercy has no home among the waves