Please don't be alarmed I got the heart of a child.
It's actually one of many that I've slowly compiled.
You have looks to die for and brain to match.
I promise to remove it all without a scratch.
【Interlude】
Let's we forget about your ravishing eyes.
I'd love to see them both immaculately excited.
Now what you got hiding under all that meat?
I don't believe that beautys only skin deep.
We all amass ghosts of our past.
I display mine under glass.
Perfection is feeling,commence the bleeding.
Now I must propose...
WE DIG DEM BONES!
I bid you welcome,my guest.
I have something to get off my chest.
I am a fan of some degree of curiosities.
Now Now,don't you fret.
I have a spot for all of my guests.
On the mantel or the bookcase,I can always make some space.
All the beauty of out days,a shame its got to wither away.
You'll live on,rest assured.
AND FOREVER BE PRESERVED!
【Interlude】
From here on in you shall never age.
Formaldahyde will keep those effects at bay.
A piece of my collection always on display.
A object to admire like a lost monet.
Everybody shuns their skeleton and hides it from all the fun.
Elbow agease and soap,will remove your pulp.
And it will polish like a stone...
WHEN I SCRUB DEM BONES!
I bid you welcome,my guest.
I have something to get off my chest.
I am a fan of some degree of curiosities.
Now Now,don't you fret.
I have a spot for all of my guests.
On the mantel or the bookcase,I can always make some space.
All the beauty of out days,a shame its got to wither away.
You'll live on,rest assured.
AND FOREVER BE PRESERVED!
【Interlude】
Well is there something wrong with me?I prefer my friends deceased,
disassembled and put on display.
Deep inside the hallowed halls,your bones will decorate the walls.
SAFE FROM INEVITABLE DECAY.
You will soon agree that life is better without all that leather.
SKIN IS OVERRATED,CAN'T YOUSEE?
Would you prefer to rot and mold?In a grave that's damp and cold.
OR JOIN MY ESTEEMED MENAGERIE?
Or you could choose to just grow old journey into the unkonw.
Spend your last breath all alone,death waiting to last out.
Or will you become history,or a sight for all to see.
You must believe when I decree,
Its what's inside that counts.
We all amass ghosts of our past.
I display mine under glass.
Perfection is feeling,commence the bleeding.
Now I must propose...
WE DIG DEM BONES!
BONES!
BONES!
BONES!
SCRUB DEM BONES!
DIG DEM BONES!