Young Guns

Dearly beloved
we are gathered here today
to lament the loss of honesty
to the art of saving face
of vanity and opacity
a generation lost beneath the waves
loose lips sink ships
we're all going down
w'ere in the throes of vertigo
higher is impossible
sink like a stone
let it all go
higher is impossible
the oceans rise to break the bow
and i find peace within in the sound
of water rushing in