We, The Drowned

We, the drowned Hold our hollow hearted ground Til we swallow ourselves down Again

We, the ashes, We spend our days like matches And burned ourselves as black as The end.

We know not the fire in which we burn But we sing and we sing And the flames grow higher. We read not the pages which we turn But we sing, and we sing, and we sing, and we sing

We, the wrong, We the sewn up and long gone, Were before and all along Like this

We, the drowned The lost and found out, We are all finished again.