Patrick Two

Nothing much to gain, a knife to your throat, it’s not easy to escape, they'll depart soon, blood on their boat, singing their tunes, you'll survive the wait, know in your bones, there is no pilot, never mind their hooks, they won’t reach a throne, or the love of fools, on a sea irate, they’ll remain forlorn , desperate for a Mate, there is only a few, who’ll escape the rope, you’re no one's dupe, it's far too late, to let them know, it is not your fate, you won’t follow.