There should be no sympathy for me
As I plunge into the sea, the salt it stings
My Idol's eyes.
I've brought you so far from shore,
Sure is something I can't be that I can make it back
And as you cast me off you gain from loss,
Up sails swell from your wooden cross,
And I sink
into my sin.
And I commend you
For getting out
Before I pulled you down with me.