A cry for help I cannot see you.
Yes, a dying call in the quiet of this night.
Set sail, pretend I cannot hear you. Yet I had to stay, couldn't look away this time.
We were intended to find the stars, they say.
Thats where Im headed, you can ride along with me.
But you are always looking back down the way you came.
I thought you had enough of your watery grave
Again I drag you from the tiller,
The ship is not for sale,
It's not yours to steer, it's mine.
The crooked heart of a bloodspiller
In this castaway destined to betray my life.
Your life? Your life is not worth the boards it now drifts on. You flee from the masses and guide them to no land. You left your loved ones and all that for which you stand, gone. Yet you still claim to care. You built a vessel that floats unguided, unmanned. Here lies the weakness face then your flock. I shall right this error, I shall not be mocked. This moment we part ways.
Is it steel? Is it sulfur? Is it pain? Is it torture? Is it War?
Just your lies and your hatred are your warped sense of sacred.
Cast it over and take hold of all that is true.
Cut the lines as the sails burn. You cant hide from whats astern.
Accept it we float on an infinite sea
As your fear tries to take you. Sit with me I am here too.
From the chains of his master a man can go free.
A Cry for Help but I cant free you yet I had to stay
I couldn't look away this time
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A cry for help I cannot see you.
Yes, a dying call in the quiet of this night.
Set sail, pretend I cannot hear you. Yet I had to stay, couldn't look away this time.
We were intended to find the stars, they say.
Thats where Im headed, you can ride along with me.
But you are always looking back down the way you came.
I thought you had enough of your watery grave
Again I drag you from the tiller,
The ship is not for sale,
It's not yours to steer, it's mine.
The crooked heart of a bloodspiller
In this castaway destined to betray my life.
Your life? Your life is not worth the boards it now drifts on. You flee from the masses and guide them to no land. You left your loved ones and all that for which you stand, gone. Yet you still claim to care. You built a vessel that floats unguided, unmanned. Here lies the weakness face then your flock. I shall right this error, I shall not be mocked. This moment we part ways.
Is it steel? Is it sulfur? Is it pain? Is it torture? Is it War?
Just your lies and your hatred are your warped sense of sacred.
Cast it over and take hold of all that is true.
Cut the lines as the sails burn. You cant hide from whats astern.
Accept it we float on an infinite sea
As your fear tries to take you. Sit with me I am here too.
From the chains of his master a man can go free.
A Cry for Help but I cant free you yet I had to stay
I couldn't look away this time
Yes, a dying call in the quiet of this night.
Set sail, pretend I cannot hear you. Yet I had to stay, couldn't look away this time.
We were intended to find the stars, they say.
Thats where Im headed, you can ride along with me.
But you are always looking back down the way you came.
I thought you had enough of your watery grave
Again I drag you from the tiller,
The ship is not for sale,
It's not yours to steer, it's mine.
The crooked heart of a bloodspiller
In this castaway destined to betray my life.
Your life? Your life is not worth the boards it now drifts on. You flee from the masses and guide them to no land. You left your loved ones and all that for which you stand, gone. Yet you still claim to care. You built a vessel that floats unguided, unmanned. Here lies the weakness face then your flock. I shall right this error, I shall not be mocked. This moment we part ways.
Is it steel? Is it sulfur? Is it pain? Is it torture? Is it War?
Just your lies and your hatred are your warped sense of sacred.
Cast it over and take hold of all that is true.
Cut the lines as the sails burn. You cant hide from whats astern.
Accept it we float on an infinite sea
As your fear tries to take you. Sit with me I am here too.
From the chains of his master a man can go free.
A Cry for Help but I cant free you yet I had to stay
I couldn't look away this time
Writer: KEVIN STORM
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Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network