So long under water I couldn't hold my breath anymore In this watery world I went Down, down, down Past the carals Sinking into the bottomless deep
a sea of gold down next to you So blurred and tired under summer sun You whispered dreams of a world to come... We were so in love In this sea of gold
on the dotted line. Pirates of the underground, mutiny is in the air. You're the wind in the sails mother ship Drifters at sea remain to be, till Land
far across the ragin' sea From the frozen coves of my island home To the land of liberty I have to leave my girl behind Until I make my way Oh Molly
spiritual fight Israelite, mystical type, like a Hindu in white Let me tell you what my visuals like Insights of a High Priest, mind's deep as the blue sea
: Strophe1 Metal knows no borders Over land and over sea It removes the order ?Cause Metalheads are free Everyone around us Shall feel the pounding
a sea the sea's the possibility There is no land but the land (up there is just a sea of possibilities) There is no sea but the sea (up there is a wall
: Come with me to the land I love. It's not right here, down the street or up above. It's down below, in the deep blue sea Where SpongeBob lives and
the land To seek the unsuspecting and the weak; And powerless the fabled sat, too smug to lift a hand Toward the foe that threatened from the deep. Who
yeah) [The Lonely Island (T-Pain)] I'm on a boat motherfucker take a look at me Straight flowin on a boat on the deep blue sea Bustin five knots, wind
: [Chorus] Girl stop shaking You got my will breaking Lovin' Jamaica but I gotta go home I got my girl waitin' I'm spos' to land at eight and If I'm
That we?re living on the tracks I hear the train Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
a good hard look At the motherfucking boat I'm on a boat motherfucker, take a look at me Straight flowing on a boat on the deep blue sea Busting five
it up and then write it down, just like history About Goldilocks and the three bears, nature in the cross hairs About how we all ascended from the deep green sea
I feel like Rockwell, 'Somebody's watching me' I got no privacy whether on land or at sea And for you bitin' zealots, your raps are cacophonic Hypocrite, critic but deep
