I've spent twenty years sailing black fucking seas, and searching for red night skies, I can't go on trusting only white flags because I know most are thieves and lies, I can't look into your eyes, there is fucking nothing, you're a mute, a brick, you're without emotion, AND SOMETIMES I wanna take that brick and leap into the ocean, AND SOMETIMES I wanna touch your lips or break them wide open, you've made me an inmate on this ships brig and now you're telling me it's time to go, but when all you know is the prison world the freedom takes it's toll, so here's to twenty years of fighting strong winds when all I needed was this to end, this is my good-bye to a short find. MAKE THIS END.