Chumming the Ocean (ATNA 4-Track Demo)

South of the river's mouth

Migration slopes slowly towards mainland

There, the salt air

Fills the gills of the dead bait in hand

The deep is in riot, the coastline is quiet

Asleep and divided in bands

While beer halls all revil, drunk and disheveled

Helplessly wading the diver is down

And they're chumming the oceans

The signal is sent

Recieved and repsonded to

The water is red, red, red, red

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

The anchors have setlled, 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's on, the diver is down, now

And they're chumming the oceans

The signal is sent

I think he's in trouble

The water is red, red, red, red