In light of all these events I divide all of my defense Black are my eyes like sharks in disguise It won't go away when everything is taken away from me It's so sickening when everything is breaking away from me But I guess I knew the ocean Would swallow the end I'm still weary from you Under a thousand nights of dejà vu It's just stealing the wind from me with ghosts whispering We'll translate the sea to you the place where you wanted to be As my heart sinks deep into the riverbed With a thousand knives I'm coming for you Writer(s): Brock Nicholas Lindow, Steven Matthew Holt