Far
Seasick
Believe this
As you convalesce:
I`m seasick.
I`m bleeding from open sores.
Four days ago, you said soon
That we`d hit shore...
And finally, we`ve found this land.
For all the gifts the people give,
Bloody beaches and severed hands
Is what we return.
I`m kind of nauseous.
Either I don`t like this,
Or I`m still seasick...
And I find it hard,
It`s so hard, I`m finding out
You`re a liar again...
No, I never said enough...
You gave me what was never yours.
You know what' I don`t want it.
Seasick
Believe this
As you convalesce:
I`m seasick.
I`m bleeding from open sores.
Four days ago, you said soon
That we`d hit shore...
And finally, we`ve found this land.
For all the gifts the people give,
Bloody beaches and severed hands
Is what we return.
I`m kind of nauseous.
Either I don`t like this,
Or I`m still seasick...
And I find it hard,
It`s so hard, I`m finding out
You`re a liar again...
No, I never said enough...
You gave me what was never yours.
You know what' I don`t want it.