Today all the sources would agree

that the day of their death was a cold dark day

Scuttled ships have blocked the sea

and the pallid light of morning melts into an ashy gray



Chorus:

And goodbye to everything

sayonara everyone

they are tired

write the eulogy

And I saw them as they passed

it was like a millstone cast

far into the deep blue sea



No one understood a word they said

hailed them all as kings up upon a pedestal

Their names scribbled on a parchment piece

would sink like any ship listing fast from ruptured hull



The murky sea is black

dismal and so deep

millstones rocket through the dark

into its icy keep

A resting place for broken ships

a cemetery for the humble

no ones here to make you stumble



If Jesus Christ is true

then I am mostly lies

if Jesus Christ is Love

then I have failed to try

if Jesus Christ is Life

then please just let me die

let...this...die...