Testo Carriers

I'm tired, sick and shallow, digging graves and all the rest.
I am the wreckage, you are the castaway.

I am nothing if not free.
Floating out to sea, floating out to sea.

The intruder, left nothing but a hollow state and empty frames.
If I was more use, I'd be with you.
Not just wasting away.
Its all the same to me, if you decide to leave.
'Cause I'll be here forever.

Lay in watery graves built by the sea.
Lay in watery graves built by the sea.
Don't drown, don't drown.
In this case, stolen by the sea.

Some one save my soul, 'cause all of this is undertow.
Pulling me down.

If I was more use, I'd be with you.
Not just wasting away. Its all the same to me, if you decide to leave.
'Cause I'll be here forever.

[Chris Lambert:]
Some one get me out.
I'm trapped in here forever.
Spinning and thinning the blood in my head.
Some one hunt me down.
Put my pieces back together.
I've been wasting my days away, in my bed.

It eats at me, finds its way, under my skin.
(It'll come again)