[Intro] [low, whispered] One by one They vanish from my deck You feel that chill? That’s the deep gettin’ hungry again [Verse 1] Black flag breathin’ Salt cuttin’ up my throat Gold on the table Rum burnin’ through my coat Crew play cards Can’t see the crawling smoke Till a shadow leans in And the candles choke I don’t throw dice With the thing beneath the hull Signed that pact In a storm, in a skull Every new moon When the tide turns red I feel a hand on my shoulder Countin’ heads You flinch at a whisper You’re already gone That stain on your palm? That’s the captain’s song You wanted a share Now you pay that cost You ain’t crew no more You the next black spot [Chorus] This is the black spot Cold on your hand If you see that shade You don’t understand You think you my brother? You think you my mate? You’re meat for the deep You a debt to the Strait Black spot, black spot Can’t scrape it off Find it on your palm You already been caught Got a pact with the dark And the tide don’t stop One by one I feed the deep When you get that spot [Verse 2] Heard a scream in the hold Then it cut like rope Left his boots on the boards But his body? Smoke Wet prints on the planks Walkin’ up through the crew Every step left tar Every eye turned blue You pray to your saints I drink to the reef We all got gods Mine’s teeth from the deep It wants soft lungs It wants fear in the throat It leave barnacled fingerprints Under your coat You sleep with a dagger You still can’t stab fate When that shadow sits down On your bunk too late You beg for mercy I bargain with rot I just lift your wrist Check for that black spot [Chorus] This is the black spot Cold on your hand If you see that shade You don’t understand You think you my brother? You think you my mate? You’re meat for the deep You a debt to the Strait Black spot, black spot Can’t scrape it off Find it on your palm You already been caught Got a pact with the dark And the tide don’t stop One by one I feed the deep When you get that spot [Bridge] [beat drops, almost spoken] Name on a list Blood on a scale Some sink quiet Some thrash and wail But the water tastes rich When it swallows your cries (uh) And the hull sits higher Every time they die (yeah) You wanted treasure? You wanted war? Then bleed in the bilge Be a gift to the floor I don’t lose sleep When your heartbeat drop I just watch your hand For that black spot (hah) [Chorus] This is the black spot Cold on your hand If you see that shade You don’t understand You think you my brother? You think you my mate? You’re meat for the deep You a debt to the Strait Black spot, black spot Can’t scrape it off Find it on your palm You already been caught Got a pact with the dark And the tide don’t stop One by one I feed the deep When you get that spot
