Islands from Fake Control by Tooth Lures a Fang

Some men are islands proud of the wreckage on their shores
They’re laughing, smiling, crushing ships upon approach
Who needs a harbor when you’ve got a rock to throw?
The water eats you slowly

Out on the ocean, lonely tenders of the grave
Shunning devotion, think they’re stronger than the waves
Who needs an anchor when you’ve got hot air to blow?
The water takes you slowly

I don’t want to watch you drown
But it’s gonna be so hard to feel bad for you
I don’t wanna be around, but I might wanna know

Out where the land ends, broken pieces in the sea
Better abandoned, floating free from anything
Who needs connection when alone is all you know?
The water eats you slowly

I don’t want to watch you drown
But it’s gonna be so hard to feel bad for you
I don’t wanna be around
But I might wanna know (might wanna know)
Might wanna know (might wanna know)
I might wanna know (might wanna know)
Yeah, I might wanna know

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