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We the drowned hold our hollow-hearted ground
Till ve swallow ourselves down
Again, again
We, the ashes, we spend our days like matches
And we burn our ships as black as
The end, the end, the end, the end
We know not the fire in which we burn
But we sing and we sing and the flames grow higher
We read not the pages which we turn
But we sing and we sing and we sing and we sing
We, the wrong, we the sewn up and long gone
Were before and all along
Like this, like this, like this, like this
We, the drowned, the lost and found out
We are all finished