Lyrics:

If I stand around and watch them drown in a pool of gray

When we dive in I can surely say there's feud with force

Am 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 ways



Dear Mr. Queequeg you have been informed your life's been saved

You are not a black-hearted vicious mess so it has been claimed

If this is the beast pulling us towards the east with mighty waves

Let us look inside and pull out all your pride you know it's up to us



Holding pasts in ash black earth

Bound by roots

Roots into sand

Grow towards the giver



There's an open wound placed upon my heart in anger's rage

If we open up a spirit, a spirit that can bleed

Ahab the leading lad we can trust his obsession carries them

Meet us at the temple healing all the crippled



Don't forget the maimed

Lower soul sent with gifts offering

Teeth of hope travel with

Child laid next to mother