Captcains always call the shots the crews been giving all its got. If this ship is goes down the oceantakes it all. Id send you straight to heaven im right were i belong. The stars above dont give a damn. They do their job. Guide me home. poison goes best with my daily two course meal. Blackened lungs and failed attempts to deal. Holding you so high has weighed me to the ground but without you to do the job i dig mx own graves. Someone has to do the dirty work for me. These faults lay best in the sea. Homeward bound.
