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  1. Parlay

From the album Temple of the Squid

Lyrics

Cold, an island of grief
Lost by prophecy
Moors in the distance, so bleak
Boards on the quarterdeck creak
Dry of rum and of wine
Writhe in the salt and the sky
Memory gone at the end of days

Parts were played, a masquerade
All they said, their words a blade
Read the headlines yesterday
Watch the world erode away
Watch the world erode away
Watch the world erode away

Found down on the kitchen floor
Maybe she really loved him more
Maybe she really loved him more
Than me

All of these injustices,
How to make the most of this
Anger with a trigger finger
You know I'm not one to linger
Consciousness is getting nearer
Trying not to be a hero
Overcome the hate and fear
Wait until the coast is clear
Parlay at the exit door
Or we'll leave here nevermore