Christiansen
Dead Celebrities Are Amusing
These past years, we've said so much that's unclear
Let's look into the mind's realities
I'm there, except I don't have long hair
The Frankenstein implied with Shelley
And you're there, with arguments and cold stares, but deep inside your eyes are the things you fear
Hey, you might live to die
We all die alone
You're such a little girl
Hey you're going to die
The other chess players, leave me in the opium dens
His plays just aren't the same since that girl met him
The whispers in the nautilus of my ears, my epitaph arranged is stated here
The King's dead, the cold sweat, I leave behind the cold sweat
The logic, the I quits what are you looking for? It's not a game we play, we're going to die, we all die alone
(Thanks to Jorgey for these lyrics)
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