Ghost Ship Octavius - Chosen

What would happen if
this ship we're sailing in
crashed to leave us dead,
what could we promise then?

I won't leave – without you
even though you rot away

Waiting on the worms
decaying flesh they turn
elated in their bite

Climb out
from the well of emotion
hear the sound of the ocean
Cry out
live without being chosen
to the sound of the ocean

I'm stuck in this great dismay,
feel that it's all in vain
what nature gives, nature takes away

The decaying sun,
dark spreads steadily on
and it drowns the world in pain

Waiting on the worms,
decaying flesh they turn
elated in their bite

Climb out
from the well of emotion
hear the sound of the ocean
Cry out
live without being chosen
to the sound of the ocean

Climb out
from the well, living hell
this is not the great blue sea
Cry out,
live without being chosen
to the sound of the ocean