Drag skeletons from the closet
Kicking, screaming to be your marionettes
Let the the corpses come out and play
Who knows what all those bones may say
When angered and betrayed
Let them hang from your strings
Let them dance at your command
But when you open their mouths
They will turn on you
And won't do what you tell them to
Bring them out to today
Your legion of dead issues will turn against you
In a glorious zombie opera
Of your self destruction
Will you resurrect like a phoenix in flames
or simply burn to ash in vain and
missattempts at my annihilation?

 
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