Digging the Moor

Struggling for control, don't give up the ship
Cause you start to drown the moment you say fuck this shit
Chum on a bucket list and that sinking feeling
Bottle it up, we like drinking feelings
We gulp em by the galleons
While hidden deep in the chest are golden medallions
But we fear to fish for them in these shark infested waters
So, winds change to help us set sail and leave the nesting harbor
In order to do that, you got to lift the anchor and invest it harder
You disappear to reappear on the doppler
You got to go deeper if you want to switch leagues
All while appreciating the waves while searching these seven seas
Jolly Roger, we have a whale of a time in the current
Cause you can't let your passion go half mast during this
Life, look for a lighthouse, there's always a blip
Do what you will, but by any means Captain, don't give up the ship

The sand, moon and the briny airs
Over you, I hope they can smile down and find you there
OH!
One can hear the ocean in the ear
Sitting with me, only out here when the coast is pretty clear
The sand, moon and the briny airs
Over you, I hope they can smile down and find you there

It's sink or float
Don't rock the boat
No man's a sandbar
Whether the yarn's short or spans far
It's sink or float
Don't rock the boat
No man's a sandbar
Whether the yarn's short or spans far
I'll be your anchor

Bringing castle to the sand
Breaking the shackle bands with no battle plan
I'm just a lonely mollusk
Anxiety balled up from all the phony, false loves
That light at the end seems like an anglerfish
So, I crack the amethyst to get to the mangled bliss
I ride waves 'til the knuckles bleached pale
The only option here's prevail or beached whale
I build rafts from the shipwreck
Shedding this prejudice, we don't paint krills in acrylic
Crabs in a bucket race for last to nothing
In this walk of life, I wanna keep the passion running
I wanna live this life like there's no need to ration something
I just hope the existence don't outlast the love and
By days end I can be proud of this path I'm paving
Here I am like "Hey, friend", smiling at the vastness waving

One can hear the ocean in the ear
Sitting with me only out here when the coast is pretty clear
The sand, moon and the briny airs
Over you, I hope they can smile down and find you there

It's sink or float
Don't rock the boat
No man's a sandbar
Whether the yarn's short or spans far
I'll be your anchor

It's been a merry time digging through sands for buried shine
The weathered storms didn't affect the cap size
Been thrown to sharks, but that's fine
In a past life, I was a hermit crab
Went from bottom feeder to just afloat to work on that
I steer the rudder for those in the same boat
No lifesaver, you either chain or rope
Not to be coy, but this is my crown of thorns
And I got enough gall to flounder and drown for more
Holy mackerel, I'm just trying to show y'all muscle
As he searches for purpose in this puzzle
His quill fish for some sort of sure
I can't afford the Yellowfin in this war
So, I mull away and absorb like a sponge
Phoning home, I shift tides when I pick up the conch

It's sink or float
Don't rock the boat
No man's a sandbar
Whether the yarn's short or spans far
It's sink or float
Don't rock the boat
No man's a sandbar
Whether the yarn's short or spans far
I'll be your anchor