Marooned from Olde Growth by Saeddyr

The salty sea's got nothing on me
You took my hand when I just needed a place to breathe
I thought we had a treaty
Turns out you never believed me
Put up your sails just to seem clean

What kind of ship do you run?
Got blindfolds on everyone
It's gonna turn over
It's taking on water
First mate's got the gun

The ocean breeze is not lost on me
Compass rose leads the free

Stuck in your crow's nest, watching the cameras
Never on the frontlines unless someone's bothering ya

I made a mistake
I spoke up, got slapped in the face
You told me I should stay in my place
So what do I say when I see an enemy ship coming right this way?
You've silenced all your lookouts with your threatening display
But if we don't do something now we're gonna end up remains

What kind of ship do you sail?
Barely getting by, just scraping the barrel
It's gonna turn over
It's taking on water
Take flight, nightingale

Poseidon, cast me a lifeboat
Walking the plank just for giving up hope
Poseidon, cast me a lifeboat
Walking the plank just for not giving up hope

Bite the bullet

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