Cut It from The Bloat by The Bloat

CUT IT, by The Bloat

I’m gonna take you out tonight in the moonlight on my clipper ship
It’s made of old growth trees, we use them as we please because they’re assholes
And we don’t give a damn
Let’s set the sea on fire, the ocean’s funeral pyre
The fishes hate you

But I don’t for tonight anyway
It’s so frightening the way they hate you

We’re pulling into port, let’s have another snort, we should be conscious
I want you conscious

Feel the spray on your face, there’s a salty taste
The mermen and mermaids entranced in dances
I steal another kiss, moment of fleeting bliss
I see them waiting

Soon their daggers will stab my poor head, my poor feet
Their daggers hate me
Tonight I’m bound to leave you

Let’s drop the anchor now, I’m getting anxious
The men are waiting there with flaming branches
Let’s drop the anchor now, it’s our last chance
Let’s join the sea men and sea maids in their ancient dance
Before it’s too late

Now that we’re both here there’s something that I fear I should enlighten you
The black moon is a spider
It’s in your eyes
It’s gonna bite you
It should delight you

It bit me on that day before we went away
And I sealed our fate by taking you to this place

The spider moon looks down, she wears a sultry frown
And we’re both bound to die and the sea drags us down
They tear us limb from limb, our souls are free now
Mermen and mermaids swim, maybe they’ll teach us how
Their knives are piercing our skin, we’re bound to live this again
Why must you taunt me, don’t fucking haunt me

• Rock
• deathrock
• experimental rock
• garbage music
• goth rock