When the brimstone burns and the sinners beg down below,
All begin to scream with echoing bellows.
The only way you’ll see me is by standing on
Your grave,
Laughing at the irony, sounding so
Depraved.
And as I laugh and dance while throwing
Back my head,
I will celebrate and party now that you are
Finally cold and dead.
And when the demons take you down I will
Scream out my unchained joy,
I will kick up your fresh grave soil
Don't even try me, boy!
And then I will run away,
Run away,
Leaving all the stress behind.
I will laugh and pray and scream and shout,
But you won't ever hear me cry!
And when you are bellowing, looking for
Someone to blame,
I will stand at the top of the hills where
The demons now know my name.
My name might mean white water,
But I rather like it so,
And the desperate will hear it prayed
Wherever I might go.
The only name you will scream is the one
My mama gave me.
So let it flow from your lips in the shape
Of a miserable plea.
I'm running away,
Funning far,
Escaping from my past of pain.
And never will your wretched tongue mutter curses
in my brain.
I am the last one standing here, while you
Just turn around and rot!
And all this is playing in my head,
Like a carousel of thought...
But I say it now and say it then, this is not
My offbeat end.
But as you will never lay a hand on my
Sweet flesh...
Ever. Again.
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