let's tackle the high seas. your ghost is nothing but a 
fond memory to me. we're breaking the strong arm and i've 
got a dirty mouth. the captain's set, he's got his cold 
stare and his iron wheel. we're packing up our lives. 
there is nothing left but agony and self reveal, we're 
sending out a line. that was a bad bad idea. we've got 
broken arms and broken mouths and let me tell you 
something else: the captain's on his throne and the 
devil's in his arm. a bitter heart in open clothes, you 
called out: i'm not alone. i never said i saw the things 
ahead of me. the ship is burning. it was a bad bad idea. 
he's got a tattered face and a buried cold and let me 
tell you something else: we're headed straight for the 
storm and we're never going home. a bitter heart in open 
clothes, you called out: i'm not alone. i never said i 
saw the things ahead of me. the ship is going down.