Drowning from Ghost Gland by Ghost Gland

All ships are sinking
And dragging hopes down with them.
In the barren sea and crying
There no rags to dry up all our tears.
This drowning feels like
tidal fires in our lungs.
By the time we forget this
We'll be long past cold and tired.


Lash, Lash, Lash.
Lacerate the water.
Feel your lungs are burning.
'cause when you're gone
You'll feel nothing more.


An article in the newspaper
Won't even record our names.
What we died for means more than
The burial we will never receive.
The glory of our fleet
Waits for us at the bottom of the sea.
And the safety of our country
Prolonged for another day.


Lash, Lash, Lash

• Experimental
• Canada