Constricting and dragging the wrists and ankles of the flock

One by one they fall and become the foundations

The voices in our heads don’t speak, they fucking scream

So put your money in the hands of the Ferryman

This lack of substance leaves me so weak

More and more this discontent will grow, I know

Now unshackle ourselves and rid us of this weight

And put your money in the hand of the Ferryman

I swear no harm will come to you

Stray from the path

I swear no harm will come to you

Stray from the path, we’ll make our own

Strap my hands to the wheel and give me the compass

Set course in the opposite direction

I want to taste the corners of the Earth

Before my body is burnt in the underworld

I can’t lie to myself forever

Stray from the path

The sands are rapidly falling

So stray from the path

We’ll part for new shores