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The sirens are gathered on the cliffs
Their numbers growing hourly
The navigator's set fire to the maps
And soon to follow any sanity
And the chaplain is content to dance
The sea begins to boil
Charybdis awakes
Tie myself to the mast
When you're hung on the rocks
Do you stand by your captain
Or run ashore with the natives?
When you're hung on the rocks
Do you tie a deadye to your neck
Or do you pray for salvation?
The denizens they take me under
To claim me as their own
As the light fades above me
I realize that I'm never going home
And the chaplain is content to dance
The sea begins to boil
Charybdis awakes
Tie myself to the mast
When you're hung on the rocks
Do you stand by your captain
Or run ashore with the natives?
When you're hung on the rocks
Do you tie a deadye to your neck
Or do you pray for salvation?
Still the chaplain is content to dance
The sea begins to boil
They crawl through the hull
Untie me from the mast
