Stare and watch the flood, drove the Sinners, the hopefuls, And sweep them under the tide. And they run; bathe yourself in the coat Of the selfish and desperate ties. Run and hide; this is the last chance to Live like a god, to live for yourself. A sincere way to make the public panic. I feared myself for so long Bring on the flood. You fucked yourself all along Begging is not enough to break my bones. A sincere way to make the public cry. To feel the sun burn the streets And the way that the moon caresses the Tide to prevail.