The Worst Of Fates lyrics - Defeater

"I won't be coming back home"

The letters bleed from ink to pen to paper thin

And black washes out as the sea pours in

Tides push and pull me back to you

Posted in Solomon waves, panic in crashing blue

No floor beneath my feet, lost in fires blind

Wade through the worst of fates under pale twilight

The steel rears and bends iron bottom bound

My oiled, airless lungs; my candle burning out

I hear the siren's song, I feel it pull me down

Sink with the memory of you

Sink with my brothers-in-arms

Sink with the setting of the sun

I hear the siren and her song, I feel it pull me down

Sink with the memory of you

Sink with my brothers-in-arms

Sink with the setting of the sun

I hear the siren and her song, I feel it pull me down