The Worst of Fates

I won't be coming back home

The letters bleed from ink to pen to paper thin
And black washes out as the sea pours in
Tides push and pull me back to you
Posted in Solomon waves, panic in crashing blue
No floor beneath my feet, lost in fires blind
Wade through the worst of fates under pale twilight
Steel rears and bends iron bottom bound
My oiled, airless lungs, candle burning out

I hear the siren's song, I feel it pull me down
Sink with the memory of you
Sink with my brothers-in-arms
Sink with the setting of the sun
I hear the siren and her song, I feel it pull me down
Panic in blue, sink with the memory of you
Panic in blue, sink with my brothers-in-arms
Panic in blue, sink with the setting of the sun
I hear the siren and her song, I feel it pull me down