Lirieke: Antje Duvekot. Sirens.

Can you hear the sirens cry
From across the water
For your blunders we bore the blame
For all who splintered in our wicked wake
You tied yourselves up on your masts
Asked to take what's not been given
Employ for your purpose, all that you find
But we are waterborne, we are not your kind

We've sacrificed our dreams in your lucid streams
For your grander schemes, but we're leaving soon
At the water's edge, for your sake we bled
Tempting you, though empty to the bone
Know that we are not grateful
For your guidance and shelter

On a stage of your design
We stood beautiful and empty
We would have traded your trials and fears
For the freedom to sail off from here

We've sacrificed our dreams in your lucid streams
For your grander schemes, but we're leaving soon
At the water's edge, for your sake we bled
Tempting you, though empty to the bone
Know that we are not grateful
No more settled and faithful
We will never be grateful

Can you hear the sirens cry