Whale bones, small stones,
flags waving in the hands of the broke and homeless,
dig deep, dig fast,
we're screaming for the kids that'll finish last.
This is the sound of the worthless drunk's son,
these are the cards of a vulture culture,
this is the sound of the right place wrong time,
this is the mark of a victimless crime and...

Our limits, will be our killer
but I'm bored of being afraid,
so much for the kids that never quit.
I won't regret it, I won't forget it,
these are the days were the good die undiscovered,
This is a cause won't be fucking bought,
not the ones buying.

Dead hearts, false starts,
clean the oceans while the whales sleep on their backs.
Fall hard, fall down ,
dig the tunnels while the worms sleep undisturbed.
These are the towers of the kingdoms falling down,
this is the sight of the queens blood drenched crown,
this is fall of the kings we're killing now,
this is the mark of a fingerless town and...

Our limits, will be our killer
but I'm bored of being afraid,
so much for the kids that never quit.
I won't regret it, I won't forget it,
these are the days were the good die undiscovered,
this is a cause won't be fucking bought,
not the ones buying.


Lyrics submitted by BigBez

Fed to the Ocean song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain