Post Mortem
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People look at you today, twenty years later, and they still have no idea what you're about Tell me in a sentence, who you are Nobody I'm nobody I'm a tramp, bum, hobo I'm a boxcar and a jug of wine And street racer if you get too close to me A man is coming down On his way to the mortal town A man is coming down On his way to the mortal town On his way to see the darkness Tithe of the dead, forever Lost in the In its plagues and haunting shadows You'll be surrounded by night skies There is nothing to gain, no fame, no laughter Only cruelty brought by simple thoughts Who is this malicious man with empty eyes? Will he ever disappear from our lives? Circled by his servants He will never cease This man must Seven, six, five Four, three, two One Hold onto fear Grave for the tyke I disappear Ah-a-ah-a-ah-a-ah! Reach for the unknown I'm dying alone Hold onto the back Golds fade into black A man is coming down On his way to the mortal town A man is coming down On his way to the mortal town A man is coming down A man is coming down A man is coming down A man is coming down A man is coming down Down Down Down Down Down Do-o-o-own Do-o-o-own With the shadows Down with the monsters
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
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