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sewerperson - chapter3_feed the lake lyrics

[intro]
th+there is no such thing as a s+safe zone here, only a well+disguised one
f+five+five days into my adventures, i’d stumbled upon a charmingly quaint fishing town located off+stream of corahb’eiy
one of four main lake bodies of the western o+other+otherlands
as harmless as the local folk and fauna may be, th+they ultimately serve as perfect distraction to the true danger of this maritime hamlet, the lake itself

[chorus]
his paddle board is petrified
trapped within the sand belt of corahb’eiy
and that fishing town lost twenty lives
the waters lap and m+ffle out their mothers’ cries

[verse 1]
the scum is pushed away as the rescues leave the bay in search of some young bedevilled face
and the verdicts never change, i fear
it’s nothing you had caused, the scar’s the same
in turn, his fate is changed, d+mned to forever dwell in this lake
his kin is shamed by you and me (only)
the weakest die in breaking walls we were raised to remain

[chorus]
his paddle board is petrified
trapped within the sand belt of corahb’eiy
and this fishing town lost twenty lives
the waters lap and m+ffle out their mothers’ cries
and at certain points, it’s suicide to press the envelope you know has anthrax inside
with, “could’ve done’s,” you never win
when every f+cking day is spent relearning them
[verse 2]
i lost another animal last night
treading water in that creek swept away into its bite (it’s gone)
and i wonder if i’ll ever see it die
i’ll keep waving off this wind
i’ll keep beating back its brine
i, at lakeside, i’ll keep one eye on the shore, and i’ll keep one eye on our land while i venture in its depths
i must say, i never learned to hold my breath
but i’ve learned to hold my own, and i’ll fight until i hold its head

[chorus]
his paddle board is petrified
trapped within the sand belt of corahb’eiy
(he holds his head)
and this fishing town lost twenty lives
the waters lap and m+ffle out their mothers’ cries
(they’re already dead)
and at certain points, it’s suicide to press the envelope you know has anthrax inside
(he holds his head)
with, “could’ve done’s,” you never win
when every f+cking day is spent relearning them

- sewerperson lyrics

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