Death
ya huh, morbid stuff about the end of life ...
like ...
O Death
My name is death and I excel
I can open the gates to Heaven or Hell
Cast aside the flesh of thee
Cast aside and set you free
(chorus, sang 2x each time
Oh-oh Death, Oh-oh-oh Death,
Can't you spare me over till another year
I lock their jaws so they can't talk,
Stiffen their legs so they can't walk
Close their eyes so they can't see
The chill you feel, it comes from me
(chorus)
Oh Ma-ma mama come to my bed
Place a cold rag on my head
My eyes are aching and I cannot see
I feel the sheet pulling over me
(chorus)
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I’ve been a little down because today my doctor diagnosed me with John Travolta Syndrome. It’s a condition where your face or head grows laterally, getting wider year by year. It’s not so much of a problem and it’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s just a condition. In fact mine is good because it means my brain is getting bigger too. But not that Travolta guy, his head is mostly fat. The doctors said I am much smarter than John Travolta and I believe them.
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