Guilt, like sandpaper grindsGuilt, like sandpaper grinds,It burns like salted wounds.Heavy, like lead on our minds,From escape, like chains it binds.Why confess when it's easier to lie,Each lie digs your grave deeper.Why confess now? Its easier to die,Your lies your prison's keeper."And the truth shall set your free"Truer words were never told.I'll pay penance over guilt gladly.Guilt will haunt you till yer dead 'n cold.Guilt like the barded arrow,Hurts the further it goes, till your heart it finds.By now escape is a pinhole, small an' narrow.Guilt, like sandpaper grinds.
I sail under a rotted flagI sail under a rotted flag,We pillage and plunder far and near.And when we've finished we throw away the swag,We are those that have been touched by the lotus tear.We sail the empty sea upon a ruined ship, the Crimson Hag.For we are beyond life, and short of death, sailing eternally,Our devotion to our mother, the sea, death cannot overtake.So in un-death we sail resolute in our quest to protect the sea,Those that sail under the naval flag, paint for our ship they'll make.I don't believe I've properly introduced myself, for that I apologize,I be the captain of the Hag, Red "The Riddler" Kintoba, memorize it.Ill tell you a riddle, bet it right, join my crew, wrong I pluck your eyes,What is the thing that stops your heart, numbs your brain and dries your spit?"Your breath" you say, that's rather funny, I like it, you're in boy,With that I draw from within my jacket, a black lotus, cold and dark.A single pedal is all I need, to your eyes I drip its foul blood, black as soy,