GHOSTLIMB LYRICS

"The Custom Of The Sea"

We'll die of thirst
On the sea,
The same as the city but flat black asphalt waves
Lack the trade winds to save us from the isolation
So paddle hard
because we all know
what the straws decree
because we all know
One of us has to go
This time no one makes it home

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