Sewerperson, Eric Godlow - Your Place Sucks, at Least the Ghost Ship Is Comfy lyrics

Woah, huh
Please stop, please stop, please stop

Sailor, waves, fog touched tailored, inhalers
Captain, I can't breathe out on
These stormy nights
Tentacles, climb inside the
Boat into my reticle
Pitiful, he's gon' eat us
Up like we was pigeon food
Shadows inside my eyelids I'm
Passing through uninvited
I curiously decided to venture into the void
Even if I was silent
Approaching in anti-violence
The creatures suppress the noise
They've taken away the choice
(Away the choice)

It's 4 AM on Venice Beach and
Still I fucking miss you
I look in the water and
See you in the crystals here I come
What this water on my waist do, yeah
In the rush, I go to breathe
Like I had meant too, yeah
Alright I just wanna get higher, yeah
Pitch black, but the flame from the lighter
Yeah
Thumbtacks on my hands, they're on fire, yeah
One day she is gonna stop loving, yeah

Blue trees surround me
God of war, god of war, god of war
I would love to explore
I see fog coming in off
The waves on the shore