With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung And if and when I die, won't you bury me alone? 'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song

I need you to make me feel To make me fucking care

I hope you're all ready to watch the god of combat do his thing.

I loved you like a dog. You betrayed me like a man.

But when I listen to your records I don’t need to look at pictures It’s like I’m hanging out with you

Computing everything wrong with the question “Are you human?” I follow with a query: “Negative, but don’t you know that?

im gonna kill you with my laser beam

All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you

Fear... is for lesser men. And Bebop.

And I'll breathe easily If anyone can say with any sort of certainty that there is something to believe

Winning isn't enough, you gotta do it with panache.

I'm made of magic.

I will create a monument to nonexistence!

Ah, look what you’ve done Traded your purpose of service for vanity What have you become?

If only pure sweetness was offered Why is this bitter taste left in my mouth?

...Could it achieve that impossible thing? Should it?

Anyone else nervous? I'm not. Why would I be? Who could possibly be nervous when they think about the ramifications of what we're about do. The fact that we are about to stare death... no, a god, in the face and see if he blinks first. I'm fine.

Product of my own creation Any reconfiguration I make, I am one step closer to the divine

Who hasn't wondered: am I monster or is this what it means to be a person?

...Could it achieve that impossible thing? Should it?

Why naut?

But when I listen to your records I don’t need to look at pictures It’s like I’m hanging out with you

LOVE DIVINE <3!

Anyone else nervous? I'm not. Why would I be? Who could possibly be nervous when they think about the ramifications of what we're about do. The fact that we are about to stare death... no, a god, in the face and see if he blinks first. I'm fine.

...Could it achieve that impossible thing? Should it?

What was that? Oh, I should go for the decakill? Uh, if you say so.

Through our bleeding, we are one.

My body heat has risen once again From searching for change in something that’s dead I can’t get rid of it, even though I tried So I make this soliloquy I pitifully write

My every victory symbolizes the crumbling of justice.

There's no such thing as paranoia; your worst fears can come true at any moment.