11 October 2012
My hearts a moulding wreck, At the bottom of the sea, Decaying slowly, quickly, That hated part of me.
It be my only weakness, For that I hate it so, That fleshy red old substance, That I cannot tell 'no'.
They used to call me fearless, Until they knew me heart, And then they laughed right at me, For my body had to part.
I'm soulless now, and empty, Cold inside, that's true, Davy Jones' heart is sunk, Feared by my own crew.
Davy Jones' Remorse. • Opuss № I