Absent Minded
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The darkness tears its hold through the torn black sails
and the clowns macerated on the ship
the mutiny was not going to be calm and their reason was slipping
the moon lulled overhead promising no better tomorrow
scurvy was the anti god
and they all needed something to swallow
Tortured captives
mis-create in the cargo
a snake behind the gates
victory wasn't going to be easy
he would sing alone in his cell at night
of reason and reason-ability and they would laugh at his side
Its just a rash scurvy survivor
the storm had the ship
cargo mistake
they were violated.
No more empathy for the addict as the countdown begins
the faded memories were nothing
and this was everything to the madmen.
He would laugh to himself alone in the brig
the captain would stir awake and go to silence this beast
cast not a reflection not so great upon your own eyes
sail into the harbor and know i know nothing of your promised bride
the storm was thunderous and he sang his way through
the ship tossed and turned
and there was nothing else he could do
set your sails men to the dawn of time
we're almost there and she'll be by your side.
The full moon howled at itself when your out in the middle of the sea
such etched nightmares of memories
come back hauntingly
but it matters not now as it had mattered not then
twenty five hungry madmen
and a clairvoyant on the ship.
Tomorrow will be a great day,
the weather will make your scalp crack,
talk not to me of your Saviour,
I know I'm the last to be coming back
the day came to pass and again he was right
he was ruling the madmen with a bride by his side
It was a virtue to not withstand the currents when they began to swim to shore
shipwrecked they were and survivors no more
finally at last they appraised their weapons
they should have listened top the captain those madmen
instead of putting him to sleep in the brig
they should have listened to their on board star gazer
for he made the captain think
and they were out on the island for a week or so
when they finally heard the maddest men of them all
spoke up wisely and said once and for all
I told you so, but you never would have listened and now
you beg to your god.
its just a scratch scurvy survivor the captain wants you back on the ship, its just a rash you nasty reminder of everything that they did
its just a have to to get home alive
fear not my men
he'll have the bride by his side.
it will take three days before they find us you'll see
and thats when they went off and one by one they started disappearing.
the old man never spoke after that again
he was wrong for the last time, so they cut out his tongue and ripped off his chin.
that should teach the false prophet for being so cruel,
a wise men said he and now who looks the fool
its just a scratch scurvy survivor just let it itch
listen to the captain
he wants you back on the ship
the mad men do not let them hold any sway
go out on that boat and leave today.
and the clowns macerated on the ship
the mutiny was not going to be calm and their reason was slipping
the moon lulled overhead promising no better tomorrow
scurvy was the anti god
and they all needed something to swallow
Tortured captives
mis-create in the cargo
a snake behind the gates
victory wasn't going to be easy
he would sing alone in his cell at night
of reason and reason-ability and they would laugh at his side
Its just a rash scurvy survivor
the storm had the ship
cargo mistake
they were violated.
No more empathy for the addict as the countdown begins
the faded memories were nothing
and this was everything to the madmen.
He would laugh to himself alone in the brig
the captain would stir awake and go to silence this beast
cast not a reflection not so great upon your own eyes
sail into the harbor and know i know nothing of your promised bride
the storm was thunderous and he sang his way through
the ship tossed and turned
and there was nothing else he could do
set your sails men to the dawn of time
we're almost there and she'll be by your side.
The full moon howled at itself when your out in the middle of the sea
such etched nightmares of memories
come back hauntingly
but it matters not now as it had mattered not then
twenty five hungry madmen
and a clairvoyant on the ship.
Tomorrow will be a great day,
the weather will make your scalp crack,
talk not to me of your Saviour,
I know I'm the last to be coming back
the day came to pass and again he was right
he was ruling the madmen with a bride by his side
It was a virtue to not withstand the currents when they began to swim to shore
shipwrecked they were and survivors no more
finally at last they appraised their weapons
they should have listened top the captain those madmen
instead of putting him to sleep in the brig
they should have listened to their on board star gazer
for he made the captain think
and they were out on the island for a week or so
when they finally heard the maddest men of them all
spoke up wisely and said once and for all
I told you so, but you never would have listened and now
you beg to your god.
its just a scratch scurvy survivor the captain wants you back on the ship, its just a rash you nasty reminder of everything that they did
its just a have to to get home alive
fear not my men
he'll have the bride by his side.
it will take three days before they find us you'll see
and thats when they went off and one by one they started disappearing.
the old man never spoke after that again
he was wrong for the last time, so they cut out his tongue and ripped off his chin.
that should teach the false prophet for being so cruel,
a wise men said he and now who looks the fool
its just a scratch scurvy survivor just let it itch
listen to the captain
he wants you back on the ship
the mad men do not let them hold any sway
go out on that boat and leave today.
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