No Wake For The Wicked

PADDLE HARD / NO WATER / JUST AIR

I CUT MY HANDS / I DO NOT CARE

THE WAVE IS MADE / OF BROKEN GLASS

I'LL RIDE IT DOWN / AND KISS THE MASS

NO WAKE FOR THE WICKED

NO SHORE FOR THE DAMNED

I SURF ON THE RUST

WITH AN AXE IN MY HAND

JESUS WALKED / ON WATER (LIAR)

I RUN ON / SEVERED SPINES (HIGHER)

THE OCEAN DIED / I HELD THE WAKE

NOW EVERY DROP / IS MINE TO TAKE

NO WAKE FOR THE WICKED

NO SHORE FOR THE DAMNED

I SURF ON THE RUST

WITH AN AXE IN MY HAND

I paddled through a desert. I found a wave made of knives. I looked for God. He was drowning in a puddle. I laughed. I kept paddling.

NO WAKE! NO WAKE! NO WAKE!

...wicked.