Text: Fear Before. Other. A Shoreline Perspective.

[Performed As Fear Before The March Of Flames]

tonight i'll lay here
the tides call my name but the land spares the depths of the sea
again you're waving
you swore you could swim but what now when my feet won't touch the ground
(do you remember who you used to be)

take her now for i've already left her for dead ?
you'll never find her, it isn?t the first time I left her in the bed
(ocean floor)

my sweet you're drowning
the shore beds my feet and theres no chance of me getting wet
but i swear
as you scream i'll laugh scream "ironic" and beg for this fever to break

or the sweet cascading waves to pull you down

hey ocean floor
look how she longs for you
take her now for i've already left her for dead

it's a childish thing you do
again with splashing, again with splashing
no matter

hey ocean floor
look how she longs for you

splashing
splashing
splashing
splashing

it's a childish thing you do
are you splashing while you splash yourself
are you trying to swim where's your razorblade
not today
that's why when you look up I won't be there