Dead Man's Chest
Cut off the anchor
And open the sails
We are leaving for the world
Because I refuse to live in these jails
This hole you call home
I am for the impossible
The figuratively unknown
P is tatooed and notorious as well
But Pariah is more akin to my nature
More akin to make your life hell
Don't catch me wrong
I am a goodhearted man
Give me some wine and some rum
Some money and a sword to brand
You will see my name spelled out over the sea
Cast into foul weather
Treacherous
Unmistakable deadly water
Means nothing to me