Water Wolves ​The Chills

Cancer signs on are all wrong
Can't seem to form a firm felling at all
Chilled to the bone alone in jeopardy
Floating on tones and sound I seize, here in the water

For the deep black sea, it longs for me
It thinks that's where I belong

Ready or not, they're here
Treading the water
Dreadful and dark things drew nearer (nearer)

Circling round they're so close I shudder
Fins fan my face with delicate spray
Swelling and swaying
Scared all the small fish away

For the deep black sea
She years for me
She says with her I will stay

I'd consider swimming for shore
Arms are swollen and sore
Watching the awesome glide
Hear their unholy howl, as Water Wolves prow