Dead on Arrivalry
Change will start, eventually.
If not for me, then somebody.
A mascot dressed for, simply:
The other humans sympathy.
The one's who lie
Must surely die.
Then learn to cry,
And say goodbye.
Better then ever!
Regrets never better!
Bet's off FOREVER!
Storm on the wheather.
The sun goes black and looks so cold,
The fools have never looked so bold.
Eventually, the curse is sold.
But, for now, it remains, I'm told.
Rivalries will surely ceise.
But dead one's rise in the other's eyes.
Dead and gone, we'll carry on.
As long as your lies won't last to long.
If not for me, then somebody.
A mascot dressed for, simply:
The other humans sympathy.
The one's who lie
Must surely die.
Then learn to cry,
And say goodbye.
Better then ever!
Regrets never better!
Bet's off FOREVER!
Storm on the wheather.
The sun goes black and looks so cold,
The fools have never looked so bold.
Eventually, the curse is sold.
But, for now, it remains, I'm told.
Rivalries will surely ceise.
But dead one's rise in the other's eyes.
Dead and gone, we'll carry on.
As long as your lies won't last to long.