To Be Lost At Sea

Lift your swords and find a heart to run it through
 The blade is cold. It needs a pulse to silence
 We have won, but now the dead are left to you
 to bury deep. The hallowed ground inside us.
 It is here.
 When I open up my mouth to try and let the creature out
 I am alone.
 Alone.
 Give in one time, give in one time, forever.
 Ah, to be lost at sea.
 To put down the lights on autumn nights,
 To wish upon a winter star
 to know inside that you're alive and that your freedom's real
 and you're alone.
 Alone.
 Hate is too strong an emotion to feel for a
 person who's given you reason to steal and to
 lie and to cheat and to beg at the feet of a...
 Lift your swords, it is late I have to go.
 Send me home with their sharp procession.
 Whisper soft, not to startle me as I
 am drained of that which trapped me on this island.
 See it pool.
 When this hard uncaring lump finds there's nothing left to pump
 I'll be alone.
 Alone.