Once, there was a healthy man
He spent his lifetime workshopping robots
No intentions ill or foul (I know you've heard the tune before)
No intention is ill or foul
In my line of darkness, your poison's kind of useless
Old Mr. Corpse is rotting in the room with us
I've been tortured, crawled out of purgatory
Tell me honestly, is there something wrong with me?
Up the ante, I'm tired of this new status quo
All the agony stores enough power to know
I have done some terrible things in my life
I have done unbearable things
But I don't want to die (I don't wanna die, don't wanna)
Please don't let me die
It's coming from below, they want me
But I know a thing or two when it comes to being killed
It might seem a bit painful
But at least you get to come back again, and again, and again
May I have your condolences?
I know you've heard the tune before (know you've heard the tune before)
You think it's all outrageous
Nevertheless, it's like I never left
Now what's all the ruckus?
Noises so abundant
You'd think that I'd get used to this
Let my insides evanesce
Human contact remains very seldom
All the children will channel all their powers to
S-A-V-E-T-H-E-M
30 years with torture you can't comprehend
40 years, they're seeking for a means to an end
50 years attached onto puppeteer strings
Who would do such terrible things?
I just want to die, yeah
So please just let me die
I'm undefeatable, I'm thriving
'Cause I know a thing or two when it comes to being killed
It's, oh, so very painful
And I don't want it to happen again and again and again
It's coming for us all, I'm hiding
I'm 'bout to take a blow, and I'm smiling
It's, oh, so very painful
And I don't want it to happen again, and again, and again
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, la-la-le, di-lela
Hmm, la-la-le, di-lela
Hmm-mm, oh, oh-whoa
I know you've heard the tune before
Once there was a healthy man
He spent his lifetime workshopping robots
No intention is ill or foul
And nothing in the lines of killing kids and trapping ghouls (why'd you think that?)
But then a fated moment, he caught one of his own
Couldn't face the world
He made a promise, and he'd harness all the anger
Enough to bring his loved ones back
He's gone haywire
Now it's coming from below the hellfire
I'm about to make a friend, but he doesn't seem that friendly
Well, that goes not saying, there's no use in praying
Again, and again, and again
And the research in my head, it's dying
Couldn't leave it all behind and now no one's gonna find it, find it
To me, it's all fine art
If I could take it back, well I'd not
I guess it's all up to fate for man to reanimate
