Sleepers - Fyke

17 dead men laid to rest

All of them headed for the devil’s chest

Plenty more coming so they confess

That they’ll make it all up with the ones they have left

Only 19 when he changed his fate

Stole his soul back from the devil’s grave

Swore to himself that his life would change

But then 23 came and it was still the same

Cuz we’ve all be sleeping

Left to our dreaming at sea

But our ship is sinking

Like all of our meaning asleep

Asleep we are just

A few years shy from a better life

A few more lies, it’ll be alright

Doesn’t really matter if it’s what’s inside

How many dead men do we have left?

What’ve we done if we die tonight

What’ve we won if we never fight

What’ve we lost if we never try

How many lies will you tell yourself next?

25 sinking on the devils ship

The hull’s bleeding water and the crew is sea sick

How many feet will our dead souls dig

Before we give it all and we glorify His?

Each day forward as he filled his own cup

He couldn’t sleep sober so he fell asleep drunk

8 years passed into the devil’s depth

Then 33 came and he had less than half left

Wake up.

This ship is about to sink

Stay with me now.

Wake up

You’ve been lying here sound asleep