Pretendeavor: A Reference to a Sinking Ship

Oh my God, hand us down your ribbons Your death defier you, far from fear Far from fear we are adrift, gone After the fallout, after a million miles Adrift is the reason for the rain, the rain And we're in the undertow So we're in the undertow, we're in the undertow So, stop dancing around in stories not told The mind has conquered Sewing the insecure thread of reason I'll burn what it takes, down what it takes Burn what it takes, down We're not going down with the ship With the ship, with the ship, with the ship With the ship, with the ship Burn what it takes, down what it takes Burn what it takes, down We're not going down with the ship With the ship, with the ship, with the ship I burned 41 hills For the love of academic ability That exceeds the love Of searching for the truth, truth After the fallout, after a million miles Adrift is the reason for the rains, the rain The rain, the rain, the rain, the rain The rain, the rain