The Republic of Wolves Follow

They kept their heads in books to drown it out
The clinking glasses of an inlet's open mouth
The straits were shaking us in circles now
I faked a faster death but knew that time was headed south

Through all my thinning paint regret
We were metallic green and red
I was a compass drawing lines around that point,
but never getting closer.

I paid my debts to men in swirling crypts
Who swore they'd keep our names alive in manuscripts
I kept my sins in tow but you'd let go
That's why you moved a little faster.

We were all just floating dead,
Drowning in our sunken heads
Let hell on board this broken deck,
and we'll forget our lies.

And all he knew, he had to leave
A shell of skin beneath the sea
The only thing he got to see
That dead men stand together

We are all lost.