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