آهنگ: Kids Carry Germs. The Potential Within Ourselves. The Bitter End.

Setting sails in sad sunsets.
Where the sun is freezing and the water is black.
No hope and total utter abandonment
I can?t see the night?s sky.
Should I turn back?

The wind is pushing me in all directions.
Open wounds are still sick with infections.
I?m still trying to escape my fate.
This ship is sinking it?s already too late?

I?d rather go down with this ship then ever return to the shore.
The things I?ve seen made it clear. I don?t want to live there no more!!!

So I guess this looks like it?s the end.
May judgment come down and find every man.
May the wicked be punished and the good souls saved.

I don?t want to live here no more.
The things I?ve seen made it clear.
I don?t belong?