Drowned in a soaking hold
I told you to remember
The code where your at

It was caught in locked accounts
It’s locked in poison bread
Ignore the things I said
I was speaking for the dead

Laid in the grass to dry
With cuts all down my arms
light a little fire

Brendon’s got the flood
He’s sopping up the mud
Dropping balls of sweat
Onto the floor so wet

He was trapped in frozen ice
Breathing through his eyes
A hundred thousand lives

But now he’s out for good
He’s scavenging bits of food
That stick inside his beard
He’s everything we feared