here come the sirens. charming and sweet. saying “I got I got I got everything you need.” hungry as lions. primed for the feast. beauty at times is just a side of the beast. beauty at times is just a lie. voices of culture. charming and sweet. saying “I got I got I got something good to eat.” gather as vultures. ready to feed. and before you know you’re being swallowed up by greed.
before you know you’re being swallowed.

don’t get their song stuck in your head. don’t let them lure you into bed. don’t heed the song of the sirens or you’re gonna wind up dead. they’re just devils in disguise. hell’s sick mirage of paradise. don’t lift your eyes to the sirens – one look could take your life.

can you feel them? breathing down upon your neck. their shadows fall upon the deck. like fantasies that haven’t yet turned into nightmares. i know their way seems so sublime. i know their rivers run with wine. but in the end you’re gonna find there is no light there. oh they’re breathing down upon your neck. their shadows fall upon the deck. like fantasies that haven’t yet turned into nightmares. i know their way seems so sublime. i know their poison tastes like wine.
but in the end you’re gonna find it’s all a lie.

be not betrayed by their cries lest you be dragged to the depths.
don’t let them feed you a lie. don’t let them feed on your flesh.