The Kraken

It's the end of an error, a long awful trip
At the hands of an innocent Freudian slip
Reflecting on memories that I can't recall
Like a mist in the Winterfell crypts

Some say that Rome wasn't built in a day
But with gas and some matches, it could be wiped away
I won't be the one to reverse all we've gained
But I would if it gets in my way

I'm riled up, staring at my own reflection
But I can't see myself straight
A mirror shifting all of my perceptions
I'm still searching for my sea legs
I'm still searching for my sea legs

Just like those seafaring strangers of lore
I yearned for the tide, so I came back for more
But in waters too deep, my luck came around
I was cursed by the Kraken, left face down to drown

I somehow survived those deadly white waters
In spite of the sirens that led me to slaughter
I was tossed in the tide for a day, maybe more
'Til I finally awoke on the shore

I'm riled up, staring at my own reflection
But I can't see myself straight
A mirror shifting all of my perceptions
I'm still searching for my sea legs
I'm still searching for my sea legs

This is no "Brave Ulysses," no tale of great valor
Though I know meeker men might have choked on the power
I found my way back from the depths of its hell
A laugh at the toll of the bell

I still feel that itch as I sit up at night
An urge to slip port, to sail out of sight
But I've faced the monster, the shame, and the fear
The Kraken still lurks, so I'll stick to my beer (Hey)