Lyrics:
If I stand around and watch them drown in a pool of grayWhen we dive in I can surely say there's feud with forceAm I in your way? Please knock me down. Can I help you in?When I'm not around let us all be found in certain waysDear Mr. Queequeg you have been informed your life's been savedYou are not a black-hearted vicious mess so it has been claimedIf this is the beast pulling us towards the east with mighty wavesLet us look inside and pull out all your pride you know it's up to usHolding pasts in ash black earthBound by rootsRoots into sandGrow towards the giverThere's an open wound placed upon my heart in anger's rageIf we open up a spirit, a spirit that can bleedAhab the leading lad we can trust his obsession carries themMeet us at the temple healing all the crippledDon't forget the maimedLower soul sent with gifts offeringTeeth of hope travel withChild laid next to mother