Letras: Young Guns. All Our Kings Are Dead. Beneath The Waves.

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Dearly beloved
we are gathered here today
to lament the loss of honesty
to the art of saving face
of vanity and opacity
a generation lost beneath the waves
loose lips sink ships
we're all going down

w'ere in the throes of vertigo
higher is impossible
sink like a stone
let it all go
higher is impossible

the oceans rise to break the bow
and i find peace within in the sound
of water rushing in
so bid farewell to all you know
take your place way down below
we'll sleep beneath the waves
loose lips sink ships
we're all going down

w'ere in the throes of vertigo
higher is impossible
sink like a stone
let it all go
higher is impossible
loose lips sink ships
we're on our way down

so slowly we all drift down
all our kings are dead now.

(Thanks to Danielle Ashby for these lyrics)