Termination, I'm calling out mayday. Nothing can turn me away. All my treasures lay at the bottom of the sea. This is the sound of the end.
Pulling on this rope, going back and forth. I can't hold tight enough to save myself. I'm so predictable, strung out and miserable. The damaged and the unsound, waiting so long to be found. Dismantle. Reconstruct. There's no response for the good in me.
The undertow is pulling me down as I'm swept away by the current. The tidal waves consume me. I try but I can't reach the surface.
Termination, I'm calling out mayday. Nothing can turn me away. All my treasures lay at the bottom of the sea. This is the sound of the end.
Everything I won, everything I loved has never meant anything. Bury the things I hide beneath. I gave up all hope for relief. Pacing the streets of this ghost town where the rightful king wore his crown.
All I fought for and all I gained has never meant a single thing. I've cursed God so many times for his remiss; so many times for this to not exist. All I fought for and all I gained has never meant a single thing.
Termination, I'm calling out mayday. Nothing can turn me away. All my treasures lay at the bottom of the sea. This is the sound of the end.