[Verse 1]

In my line of darkness, your poison’s kind of useless

Old Mr. Corpse is rotting in the room with us

I’ve been tortured, crawled out of purgatory

Tell me honestly, is there something wrong with me?

Up the ante; I'm tired of this new status quo

All the agony stores enough power to know

I have done some terrible things in my life

I have done unbearable things

[Chorus]

But I don’t want to die…

(I don’t wanna die, don’t wanna)

Please don’t let me die

It’s coming from below – THEY WANT ME

But I know a thing or two when it comes to being killed

It may seem a bit painful, but at least you get to come back again, and again, and again

[Verse 2]

May I have your condolences?

I know you’ve heard the tune before

You think it’s all outrageous

Nevertheless, it’s like I never left!

Now what’s all the ruckus?

Noises so abundant

You’d think that I’d get used to this

Let my insides evanesce

Human contact remains very seldom

All the children will channel all their powers to

S-A-V-E T-H-E-M

30 years with torture you can’t comprehend

40 years, they’re seeking for means to an end

50 years attached onto puppeteer strings

Who would do such terrible things?

[Chorus]

I just want to die, yeah

So please just let me die!

I’m undefeatable – I’M THRIVING

‘cause I know a thing or two when it comes to being killed

It’s oh so very painful, and I don’t want it to happen again, and again, and again

It’s coming for us all – I’M HIDING

I’m ‘bout to take a blow, and I’M SMILING

It’s oh so very painful, and I don’t want it to happen again, and again, and again!

[Verse 3]

(Oh, whoa-oh)

I know you’ve heard the tune before

Once there was a healthy man

He spent his lifetime workshopping robots

No intentions ill or foul

And nothing in the lines of killing kids and trapping ghouls…

(Why’d you think that…?)

But then a fated moment, he caught one of his own

Couldn’t face the world

He made a promise, and

He’d harness all the anger

Enough to bring his loved ones back

He’s gone haywire…

[Outro]

Now it’s coming from below – THE HELLFIRE

I’m about to make a friend but he doesn’t seem that friendly

Well that goes without saying, there’s no use in praying

Again, and again, and again

The research in my HEAD! – IT’S DYING

Couldn’t leave it all behind and now

No-one’s gonna find it, find it

To me it’s all fine art

If I could take it back, well, I’d not!

I guess it’s all up to fate

For man to reanimate