| Song | Dead Ocean |
| Artist | The Agonist |
| Album | Prisoners |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| An Ocean waves hello | |
| Feathers decorate the air | |
| And sleeping giants approach | |
| An absolute nightmare – not having footing to flee | |
| Suspended animation, face to face with the majesty | |
| Grotesque interest drew you near | |
| But sorrow and awe keep you here | |
| The Ocean suicides | |
| Here come the leeches gathering around their host | |
| Hard to believe it, arterial seacost | |
| King of carcass, | |
| I'll drown in is death | |
| Grotesque interest drew you near the towering monument | |
| Sorrow and awe keep you here while the | |
| Ocean breaks | |
| Flesh weighs more than atmosphere – what' keeping them afloat? | |
| Still you stare, waiting for the shipwrecks and ghosts | |
| The moon mocks you with a knowing grin | |
| Or, is that the lure of a distant angler fish? | |
| Was your role fulfilled? | |
| Was that it? | |
| Are you face up or face down? | |
| Cardinal points are semantic | |
| Geometry is religion for mathematicians | |
| The womb that birthed us keep us close | |
| Rebellious organs give up early, abandoning ship | |
| The air feels hydrogen-heavy | |
| Your elements are individualizing | |
| Red algae pours across the panorama | |
| Colored film fills your eyes, matching the bed expanding beneath you | |
| With every once you lose | |
| You forget you ever feared you're physically free | |
| One who survives mass suicide gather the masses to blindly follow | |
| Intonations camouflage obvious idiocy | |
| Approachable outside to welcome them in | |
| Black holes set in spin | |
| A resource more valuable than we expect, | |
| Wrangled together to redirect | |
| I've been around this place before | |
| I recognize the heavy doors opening on the entrance way | |
| Molding a populace out of clay | |
| Stuck in the earth, we'll stay. |
| An Ocean waves hello | |
| Feathers decorate the air | |
| And sleeping giants approach | |
| An absolute nightmare not having footing to flee | |
| Suspended animation, face to face with the majesty | |
| Grotesque interest drew you near | |
| But sorrow and awe keep you here | |
| The Ocean suicides | |
| Here come the leeches gathering around their host | |
| Hard to believe it, arterial seacost | |
| King of carcass, | |
| I' ll drown in is death | |
| Grotesque interest drew you near the towering monument | |
| Sorrow and awe keep you here while the | |
| Ocean breaks | |
| Flesh weighs more than atmosphere what' keeping them afloat? | |
| Still you stare, waiting for the shipwrecks and ghosts | |
| The moon mocks you with a knowing grin | |
| Or, is that the lure of a distant angler fish? | |
| Was your role fulfilled? | |
| Was that it? | |
| Are you face up or face down? | |
| Cardinal points are semantic | |
| Geometry is religion for mathematicians | |
| The womb that birthed us keep us close | |
| Rebellious organs give up early, abandoning ship | |
| The air feels hydrogenheavy | |
| Your elements are individualizing | |
| Red algae pours across the panorama | |
| Colored film fills your eyes, matching the bed expanding beneath you | |
| With every once you lose | |
| You forget you ever feared you' re physically free | |
| One who survives mass suicide gather the masses to blindly follow | |
| Intonations camouflage obvious idiocy | |
| Approachable outside to welcome them in | |
| Black holes set in spin | |
| A resource more valuable than we expect, | |
| Wrangled together to redirect | |
| I' ve been around this place before | |
| I recognize the heavy doors opening on the entrance way | |
| Molding a populace out of clay | |
| Stuck in the earth, we' ll stay. |
| An Ocean waves hello | |
| Feathers decorate the air | |
| And sleeping giants approach | |
| An absolute nightmare not having footing to flee | |
| Suspended animation, face to face with the majesty | |
| Grotesque interest drew you near | |
| But sorrow and awe keep you here | |
| The Ocean suicides | |
| Here come the leeches gathering around their host | |
| Hard to believe it, arterial seacost | |
| King of carcass, | |
| I' ll drown in is death | |
| Grotesque interest drew you near the towering monument | |
| Sorrow and awe keep you here while the | |
| Ocean breaks | |
| Flesh weighs more than atmosphere what' keeping them afloat? | |
| Still you stare, waiting for the shipwrecks and ghosts | |
| The moon mocks you with a knowing grin | |
| Or, is that the lure of a distant angler fish? | |
| Was your role fulfilled? | |
| Was that it? | |
| Are you face up or face down? | |
| Cardinal points are semantic | |
| Geometry is religion for mathematicians | |
| The womb that birthed us keep us close | |
| Rebellious organs give up early, abandoning ship | |
| The air feels hydrogenheavy | |
| Your elements are individualizing | |
| Red algae pours across the panorama | |
| Colored film fills your eyes, matching the bed expanding beneath you | |
| With every once you lose | |
| You forget you ever feared you' re physically free | |
| One who survives mass suicide gather the masses to blindly follow | |
| Intonations camouflage obvious idiocy | |
| Approachable outside to welcome them in | |
| Black holes set in spin | |
| A resource more valuable than we expect, | |
| Wrangled together to redirect | |
| I' ve been around this place before | |
| I recognize the heavy doors opening on the entrance way | |
| Molding a populace out of clay | |
| Stuck in the earth, we' ll stay. |