Believe this as you convalesce: I'm seasick. I'm
bleeding from open sores. Four days ago, you said
soon we'd hit shore. And finally, we've found this
land. For all the gifts the people give, bloody
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/Tre ]beaches and severed hands is what we return. I'm
kind of nauseous. Either I don't like this, or I'm
still seasick. And I find it hard, it's so hard,
I'm finding out you're a liar again. (no, I never
said enough) You gave me what was never yours. You
know what? I don't want it.