| If I stand around | |
| And watch them drown in a pool of gray | |
| When we dive in | |
| I can surely say there's feud with force | |
| Am I in your way? | |
| Please knock me down, can I help you in? | |
| When I'm not around | |
| Let us all be found in certain ways | |
| Dear Mr. Queequeg | |
| You have been informed your life's been saved | |
| You are not a black- | |
| Hearted vicious mess so it has been claimed | |
| If this is the beast | |
| Pulling us towards the east with mighty waves | |
| Let us look inside | |
| And pull out all your pride, it's up to us | |
| Holding pasts in ash black earth | |
| Bound by roots | |
| Roots into sand | |
| Grow towards the giver | |
| There's an open wound | |
| Placed upon my heart in anger's rage | |
| If we open up a spirit | |
| A spirit that can bleed | |
| Ahab the leading lad | |
| We can trust his obsession carries them | |
| Meet us at the temple | |
| Healing all the crippled, don't forget the maimed | |
| Lower soul | |
| Sent with gifts offering | |
| Teeth of hope travel with | |
| Child laid next to mother |