Bulkhead Failure

[Verse 1]
The salt-scour on the Smeaton's Pier light at half-past midnight.
The feedback screams a prophecy I can't get right.
Every rivet in my ribcage groans under the strain,
Another Friday sacrificed to the sweet corrosion of the rain.

[Chorus]
Bulkhead failure, coming on!
The waterline is gone.

[Verse 2]
The heat from the cans burns through the bone.
Drummer shouts, "One more then home!"
My knuckles are white on the neck, feel the torsion in the wood.
I'm giving them the animal they misunderstood.

[Chorus]
Bulkhead failure, coming on!
The waterline is gone.

[Bridge]
They want the data, not the debt,
Just a perfect system, not this sweat.

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]
Bulkhead failure, coming on!
The waterline is gone!

[Outro]
The last weld breaks.