Текст песни Siren - Pyke

Sailing man
Come to me
The current calls to hold you
Feel the ocean's cold steal your breath
Forget my fingers around your neck
Our lips connect
And down you go

When he thirsts I sing
No mortal immune
When he starves I feed
Sailor, king, or fool
See your sin in my eyes
Know the truth in your soul
I'm your black oil heart
Swallowing you whole