Текст песни Sunk - Deacon Smith

Uneasy, unrested, and unresponsive
Pensive, to the point, yet uncertain
A guilty conscience
On some other plane, you want this
I want it, I want some constants
Variables changing, I mean it
This is the onset
Honestly, how opportune of life to theme the concept
Change is bound to happen, wrap your head around this captain
Your ship sunk dead

Forgot the feeling, sinking
Hip checked, upon a lone bed
Stone cold blitzed, feel like I'm walking out with no treads
Hello friends
A dissection postponed
Sewn with needle thread
Tie up all those loose ends
It seems I've got some weaves to web
Wedded, welded, smelted, separated
Let these ingots set
Molded in a fine tune setting
We danced like marionettes
You'd laugh at pirouettes on kitchen floors
And in the nights, we'd rest
Bested by our hopes and dreams
I wish I could pay my debts

Regrets and selfishness
Wretched, etched I want what's best for us
Entrusted to the fullest
Pull your weight, debate to be or bust
Thrusted 'way from arms I'd made a haven in, impact had crushed my lungs
And spun me, compass running wildly
Sundered, come undone
Rung from harmonies of songs we never meant to leave unsung
These bitter tongues
Communicate then brake
I'm broken, captive, stunned
Plundered, undercover easygoer, brain unthumbed, self-shunned
Distract, redact, enact a way to act under a ton of life's dung

And it's no fun
But she needs it
Rags unwrung
Yet she needs it
And I've been dumb
So we need it
Spring will come
For now, she's leavin