Vessel of death upon the seas
Its hull steeped in mystery, its crew a mess of haunted flesh
Misery, come to me
Crushed and canned, every man
Fishing, removing corpses from the seabed
Humans, tied to rocks, left to drown
Spirits, haunting spells across the oceans
Hidden, secrets of their D.N.A
Dead not alive
Hooked and netted
Dragged to surface
Curse is fulfilled
Back to life, with insides eaten hollow
Worms and crabs infest the corpses
Living hell begins to scream
Before lost souls are crushed and canned
Every soul it must be processed
Into human tuna
Into human tuna
Stinky, it’s salty, the ghostly crew admires
The rotten harvest bodies, from the deepest trench Atlantic
Genetic mutation, from an unseen source
Still this meat is what the on board factory requires
To function correctly, the corpses must be canned