sticks and stones are for you you land living bones salt and water melt my skin so don t set sail you ll end up in the belly of a whale no swallowed saint will mark your grave every light of every day eats away into decay but i won t cry myself to sleep cause my soul no longer weeps for my body lies in the heart of the sea darkness breaks and with her the morning wakes she mocks us weary as we drown show no remorse as you will make a beautiful corpse next to the one you love the most every light of every day eats away into decay don t fornicate with the one you love to hate you ll wind up dead before she bows but i won t cry myself to sleep cause my soul no longer weeps for my body lies in the heart of the sea another useless confrontation leaves eighty eight lost constellations and now the end appears and my eyes are filled with fear i am blind i am blind dig me up before i die i don t want to end up in the heart of the sea  now the lesson is learnt don t swim out too far from your berth walking s better even through defeat but i won t cry myself to sleep cause my soul no longer weeps for my body lies in the heart of the sea
['celtic punk', 'celtic rock', 'comic', 'punk', 'skate punk']