Rogues from Ailments by Wolves & Machines

Can someone find me a beacon or guide me to the coastline? Because I'm hearing my swan song growing louder. It beckons me. As I'm sinking, I hear her sing. At the bottom the voice rings back to me and tells me I've wasted my time. Have I wasted my time? In the dead of the night I heard the quiet voice speak. It sent a chill down my spine and made me weak in the knees. Every day it's gets louder as I go out to sea. I made these waters my home, they made an anchor out of me. I see the rogues rise higher and break in the distance, and all at once I hear the voice calling to me. I sailed on the seas until the storms rose and made me an offer: to calm the seas as I washed up on the beach. Unless the lungs in my chest can turn to gills in my neck, I'll lie here all alone. My decomposing has composed a haunting melody in prose. It keeps telling me I'm home.

• Rock
• Saginaw