i remember when the lights all went out
the final curtain fell to my feet
i had met the end without a doubt
and the wish for your applause had taken over me
the words may have been bitter
and i might have stated the truth
your mind was a place of dirt and litter
but death was always you
in the alley you held me tight
and you whispered, ‘tonight we’re ghosts’
and in my neck i felt a terrible bite
when the clock struck twelve i met this pale host
so keep on laughing, or keep on crying
how wrong we were to think immortality never meant dying
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