i became a criminal who plunders at seas pillages port towns sinking vessels just to forget the past only to find an emotion for what its worth living its the total eclipse of consciousness if you have the weight of the past on your shoulders you cant be the king of yourself and i changed course only to follow it alone passing through the storm of my life when i turn i see no one by my side all i can see are my decisions that lead me here to die lost at this sea of sorrow ghost for those i left behind always remembering deadman tell no tales searching for gold riches treasures and alchol you cant be the king of yourself how low will you go i wanna find an anchor to stop my endless journey in search of myself i need a wharf where to dock my essence to stop my journey