Chumming the Ocean

[Verse 1] South of the river's mouth Migration slopes slowly towards mainland There, the salt air Fills the gills of the dead bait in hand [Pre-Chorus] The deep is in riot, the coastline is quiet Asleep and divided in bands While beer halls all revel, drunk and disheveled Helplessly wading the diver is down [Chorus] And they're chumming the oceans The signal is sent Received and responded to The water is red, red, red, red [Verse 2] We're downed, downed as the hand of God Chokes the driftwood with dead weight and brine And spawning the detailed decline Via dorsal cuts, hooks, sink and line [Pre-Chorus] The anchors have settled, the tanks are full level The flag has been raised half-mast on the bow And harpoons are loaded, the cage has been lowered The mask is on, the diver is down, now [Chorus] And they're chumming the oceans The signal is sent I think he's in trouble The water is red, red, red, red