Lyrics

Another seeming wave of some big consequence
A modern antiquity becoming relevant
The greatest chance for hope lies in the irony
Your fame’s also your fate we watch with bated breath

(Ahh) Are you washed up? I’m not sure
Closed world on open sea
(Ahh) You hooked me with your dark eyes
But you prey upon the weak… and it’s your week

Oh, oh, oh… pull me under
Oh, oh, oh… with your bite
Oh, oh, oh… Oceana
It gets better all the time
I see red again

You’ve no idea of hate, nor any love to give
Your fame’s your great escape, if it will bring you back

(Ahh) Are you washed up? I’m not sure
Closed world on open sea
(Ahh) You hooked me with your dark eyes
But you prey upon the weak… and it’s your week

Chorus
Bass Solo
Ahh… Ahh…
Guitar Solo

Oh, oh, oh… pull me under
Oh, oh, oh… with your bite
Oh, oh, oh… Oceana
It gets better all the time

Oh, oh, oh… pull me under
Oh, oh, oh… with your bite
Oh, oh, oh… Oceana
It gets better all the time
I see red again