From the recording Water

Rosella is a Siren. She represents those people, pieces of ourselves, and places we know are going to sink our ship, but that, for some reason, we willfully and continually indulge. Why is it that we can become so comfortable with and tolerant of poison? To the point that when she stops singing we beg her to sing again?

Lyrics

Cut me open lovethere will be enough for usI can hear them coming now sobe prepared to run anddon’t stop until I bleed midnightI still feel you breathing so comewalk on my water,come drown by my sideI would cross overto the other side of it ifI could hear your voice again, soSing for me, Rosella, singYou’ll be well-rewarded for all of your sufferingmetaphor: hear them callYou’re well on your way to where the innocent goSo sing for me, Rosella, sing… rusted porcelainonly silence knows her handand silence isn’t speaking soshe medicates instead withneedles she calls religioncome kneel at my altar and I’llgraft your nepenthewith my mustard seedand Love, the resulting fruit,would be so sweet that evenGod could not deny us then soSing for me, Rosella, sing give me moretake me overI am getting closerto resisting sabotage, butno one sings like you did love, sosing for me, Rosella, sing