Obligatory Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean is: Not mine. Never was mine. Never going to claim it was in my possession at any point in time. All I can say is that I harbor much love for it.
Walking
'Twas mutiny.
We were a bit tired o'
listenin' ta him, you could say.
Sound o' bullets
flyin'.
Maybe even a slice here
an' there.
Bill put up a fight fer
sure. But we got 'im in the end. Name ain't Bootstrap for
nothin', ya know.
They were dead. Real
quiet, like.
But they were lucky, so
lucky.
We left Jack on an
island. Don't 'member which one exactly.
But we wanted 'im to
suffer on that accursed island.
Peculiar thing is
though, he wasn't the one who was cursed.
Funny.
This followin'
Barbossa.
Trustin' a man who
helped us turn on our cap'n.
But we're all
bloomin' idiots/
And we all know it.
Because when the
moonlight shines…
Horrible.
This feelin'.
But that's just it.
Can't eat.
Can't sleep.
Can't bleed.
Just nothin'.
Silvery beams.
Pretty fer you.
It strips us bare.
Fer all to see our
hellish souls.
The bones.
The dust.
The waste we 'ave all
become.
And we 'ave to keep
movin'.
Walk.
Fight.
Sail.
There is no choice.
We are the damned.
They say that dead men
tell no tales.
Well, I say that's
because they no longer care to be alive.
"Let me die,
Because I'll never,
never sleep alone."
-The Widow by The Mars
Volta