"Drink the salt from the sea," she told me,
'And rid yourself of the desire to hold me."
Helmet on, you brave little soldier

For when the invaders come, you need to be ready.
Just breathe.


Choked down as much as you could,
Yet you are nervous now. Oh you're so misunderstood,
Cold and frail, awaiting the olive branch;

That's when we will feed your embers to our helping hands.
Just breathe.


Sleep now, we move discreetly
Keep now, our little secret
Dream now, through the invasion

And reap now, the harvest from intoxication

Before you know it the invasion is over.

Lend me your hand cause I'm not fully sober.
Live with your conscience and new found disorder,
Then wake up at home and give thanks to your martyr.


Sleep now, we move discreetly
Keep, now, our little secret

Dream now, through the invasion
And reap now the harvest.