I own nothing, blah, blah, blah. I think ye are pretty used to it, now, ain't ye ?
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Let me tell you a tragedy
That will surely frighten
You out of your skin
There once was god-fearing man
Who unfortunately
Woke up stone cold dead
I've got one foot in the grave
And in its shackles I'm enslaved
But here I lie
With opened eyes
The pearly gates turned me away
In this sarcophagus I lay
No longer dead
But I am void of breath
I can feel the cold night air
I can feel the decay there
I can feel it in the wind
In death I have born again
Gather round to hear a bleak tale
In harrowing detail
Of the utmost suffering
There once was a bizarre outcast
A bedeviled lost soul
Searching for his end
The Grim Reaper snuck up on me
When I most unsuspecting
With his scythe in hand
A my life in remand
The heavens didn't accept me
The spit me out and let me be
I am deceased
But I can't rest in peace
I can feel the cold night air
I can feel the decay there
I can feel it in the wind
In death I have born again
In truth, I fear
This life appears
In death
Exiled from eternity
So it appears
This life, I fear
In death
Ostracized from mortality
I've got one foot in the grave
And in its shackles I'm enslaved
But here I lie
With opened eyes
The pearly gates turned me away
In this sarcophagus I lay
No longer dead
But I am void of breath
I can feel the cold night air
I can feel the decay there
I can feel it in the wind
In death I have born again
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