As the self it questions,
“Who the hell are we here?
Half of us, might be pirate scoundrels
whom we ignore and blame yet fear.
Persuading us with their hooks and sabers
won't we 'just join their side?'
but we feel that we don't belong here
as though we are the real traitors and spies.”

Highs and lows highs and lows highs and lows highs and lows!
Right and wrong right and wrong right and wrong right and wrong!
Humble down homunculous or we all will die just a meaningless death.
A meaningless life you've so far lead...
cause if you think you're the king, you'll end up dead.

And the sea got rough then
it came over our ship's sides.
Our little room took on water
and then split open wide.
And we grabbed ahold then
of all those pieces of the prow.
Thank God we floated onward
while all our pirates drowned.