The Raging Sea - Broadside

Who am I?

The fear is sinking in

Your hands are getting colder as my talents wearing thin

All I ever wanted was the space to put my head

You took my need to be loved, and you hung me from a bridge

I’m your poster, I’m your trend

I am your lover, am I your friend?

Oh

36 minutes of your time

Please, just let me change your mind

If I sang the right words, would you decide to stay?

Please, stay

Can I make it out?

Will I make it out?

Is there any point?

What’s the fucking point?

All my days are wasted dreams

I know that’s not the type of thing you wanna hear from me

I’ll cut my words in pieces if it’s what’ll help you sleep

I’m not drowning, and I’m happy

Hidden in the shadows of someone else’s money stacked so tall

It blocks the show

The boy who’s on a string

Hoping that the crowd will never know

But who am I?

What’s my purpose?

Dry your eyes, pull the curtain

We’re selling sadness, well, aren’t you worthless?

Don’t you trust me?

Don’t you want this?

Can I make it out?

Will I make it out?

Is there any point?

What’s the fucking point?

Can I make it out?

Will I make it out?

Is there any point?

What’s the fucking point?

Can I make it out?

Will I make it out?

Is there any point?

What’s the fucking point?

What’s the fucking point?