The Island - Oh, Sleeper

Such bittersweet

Fruits from the seeds I sowed

When I took the oar

I pulled the needle off of north

I forced my course

Without waiting for the wind’s answer

I joined the infantry, singing

No gods, no masters

That life is over, it’s over

Forget the call, make it work and sing

No gods, no masters

Their reign is over, it’s over

You’re on your own, make it work

We built this ship from the wreckage

And just prayed it might be more

One step, two steps

Blood is warming in me yet

Three steps, more sweat

Now I’m gonna build my own damn throne

Even if I have to melt the one we built to make one

Why leave the fire to chase an ember?

Why would you sunder your mast for tinder?

Just for tinder?

Why leave the fire to chase an ember?

Why rob the hull of your surrender?

Your surrender?

We built this ship from the wreckage

But left broken, we ran ashore

One more, two more

Build a wall around my world

Three more, four more

Now I’ll make it out of frozen stone

This time the mountain’s gonna keep its fire clear of my throne

We built this ship from the wreckage

We, the praised, ran ashore

One day at sea

Now one more day is all that I plea

And I’ll burn the oars

I’ll force dependence on the wind’s answer

For this world is all rubble masquerading pearls

Why leave the fire to chase an ember?

Why would you sunder your mast for tinder?

Just for tinder?

Why leave the fire to chase an ember?

Why rob the hull of your surrender?

Your surrender?

Feeling returns like a surgeon severing a nerve

Lost soul’s sending pain from the phantomverse

No gods, no masters

That life is over, it’s over

No gods, no masters

Their reign is over, it’s over