Gina

Nothing much relates, a knife to the throat, it’s not easy to escape, but I'll beat them down, blood on their boat, they'll sing my tunes, if they survive the wait, feel it in my bones, stealth is my pilot, never mind their hooks, they won’t reach home, suffer my revenge on fools, the sea's a brass plate, where they remain forlorn, waiting for my gaze, I'll escape the rope, no one makes me stoop, know what is their fate, bullies are all show, not at all my taste, do you want to roam, Davy Jones grave ?