[INTRO]
Playa Antares, another one down,
Ribs like driftwood, heat-baked ground.
Tide rolls in, no motion found,
Baja’s beasts are washing out.
Ohhh... Ahhh...

[VERSE 1]
Eighty percent, the flesh is gone,
The ocean took, but the weight reads wrong.
No fat, no strength, the flank hangs old,
The body shows what hunger wrote.

San Ignacio, Magdalena Bay,
Less return, less calves today.
Krill are missing, currents change,
North to south, they search in vain.

[VERSE 2]
Blubber thin, the weight falls fast,
No schools left, the chase won’t last.
Parasites work through vacant eyes,
A stranded body under gull-gray skies.

Toxic bloom, the tides recede,
Failed cycles, scattered feed.
Nothing holds the lower chain,
They keep swimming through hunger’s lane.

[CHORUS]
Forty dead grays! Playa Antares!
Forty dead grays! Los Cabos, La Paz!
Forty dead grays! Baja’s ghosts!
Forty dead grays! No one knows!
Ohhh... Ahhh...

[BRIDGE]
Krill are missing, currents turn,
No feed left, no fat to burn.
Forty lost in rising foam,
No feeding shelf, no stable home.

[VERSE 3]
Clouded water, surface dim,
No return, no strength within.
Body count on a tourist shore,
Every tide brings one more.

Salt-stained bones, 
the drift collects,
Shorelines answer what reports deflect.
Nothing moves where the feeding waits,
The ocean carries what we create.
Ohhh-ahhh...

[CHORUS]
Ohhh... Ohhh...
Forty dead grays! Washed in white!
Forty dead grays! No food, no fight!
Forty dead grays! Tides pull low!
Forty dead grays! No one knows!

[OUTRO]
Playa Antares, the sea pulls back,
No clean count, no clean track.
Bones remain where waves once passed,
No witness left that wants to ask.