Let the Oil Soak Out

Tangled corpses on the strand
Their blood swallowed between stones

Let the oil soak out

Looking north from the harbour
The land feels like it's slipping away

Grease in every cavity
Plays tricks upon the sanity

Lurching out
Sicker and larger

With a butcher's knife
In the shoulder blade
Clear to the hilt

Oh, how the waves wail
Telling their unpromising story
Of sodden fog
And fornication

Cowardly, wasteful, pathetic, ungrateful
Cynical, haphazard, neurotic, self-centred

The poverty of thought
The Atlantic ocean is not wet enough to pull this nail from my jaw
I'm the most disgusting person alive, and I'm trying to apologise



Credits
Writer(s): John Atkins
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