I did a sick, sick thing to my love.
My lack of loyalty, it swallowed her up.
And she cooks me food.
She squirmed and turned like a skeleton key.

She left her man unattended to me.
Don’t call me that.
Don’t claim you love me
cause you know that ain’t true.

And you’re finally free
to twist and turn like a skeleton key.

You’ve gotta let me know.
You’ve gotta let me know.

I did a horrible thing to that girl.
I bread my misery and drowned it in her.
And she got me high,
And I hardly noticed there were tears in her eyes.

And I miss you less and less everyday.
This stream of whisky helps to wash you away.

And it’s clear to see,
You’re nothing special.
You’re a skeleton key.

You’ve gotta let me know.
You’ve gotta let me know.
You’ve gotta let me know.
You’ve gotta let me know.

Was there a time that we know peace;
when all the children had a place to sleep
when rhetoric was not enough?
 
Was there a time we weren’t at war
When we knew what our hearts and hands were for?
I don’t believe there ever was.

It’s always been a lie, 
a soothing lullaby
We’ll soon be swallowed by the sea

Was there a time we looked around, 
and do we really even want to know what’s going down
Well I think no one really does

We’d rather close our eyes
sing soothing lullabies
We’ll soon be swallowed by the sea

The water’s rising now
and we will surely drown
if we don’t turn around

-Thrice, Lost Continent