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Death's Toot-Toot Train - with Smackdownraven

poetic tears of dark souls and verses of crows
swallowing the dead that hide in your head
losing the ability to gaze and dream �
and now you bleed

cursed by the dawn shedding no light
beneath a dark moon shrouded in gloom
of windows creped in widow's veil
a time of dread

now the bangers of the Reapers toll
for the centerpiece cold and plum
a rigid corpse cold and glum
in a party dress

now the sweet hors d'oeuvre rains
a savory kiss for my little Miss
with storms and clouds bringing pain
on Death's toot-toot train

all aboard pay the ferryman his due
say goodbye to your sanity
your mind is no longer your own
it is ours to play with

you owe hell your screams
and some crimson spice
this is hell's currency
there is a bribe that will save you

we want to taste you
and after we've skinned you
we'll give you a new outfit to burn
but we treasure most is your soul

we vow to enter as smoke
there are so many portals to invade
now scream if you like hell must eat
pecking at the crow's feet