Channels MayDay
We're miles past mayday
Sleeping through your fate
All beacons weakening
All signals faint
The waters are too well charted
And tragedy well timed
And every survivor's story
Reeks of alibis
Mayday, mayday
But always a bit too late
Any clear blue morning
Disaster waits
And the captain's warming
To his display case
The best of the bottom-feeders
Bring them back alive
Settlement is the sum
Of self-protecting lies
Mayday, mayday
Inside this idyll of escape
If I die before I wake
Confidential orders keep these branks around your head
No one sings awakening the way we praise the dead
Conscience is a curse, maybe inertia is inbred
No one sings awakening the way we praise the dead
The waters are too well charted
And tragedy well timed
And every survivor's story
Reeks of alibis
Dear friends and enemies
Jettisoned memories
Foundation, family, and praise
All disappear without a trace
