The Last Word - Aurelio Voltaire

what do they call it when another force is is your hand?

and what will they say when they find me here this way?

and know, know, know, know, that it wasn’t my idea

no it wasn’t my idea

but oh, just to see your face when you find me here like this

now there’s no time for wondering

darkness is now at my door

rapping with his thorny fingers

he’s come to take me home

he’ll envelope me in sleep

wrapped in black feathered wings

but before we fly- here’s my goodbye

i get the last word, i’ll have the last laugh

sure as the room is growing cold

i’ll have the last word, i’ll have the last laugh

sure as my blood is running cold

they won’t call it suicide

cuz i’ve got the killers name engraved so deeply in my veins

they will call it homocide

cuz i’ve got your name so clearly carved into my wrist

the weak and the lame

will find their way to escape

but why should i leave all this beauty behind

and forfeit the joy in my life in the name of the name in vain?

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i’ll have the last word, i’ll have the last laugh

sure as the room is growing cold

i’ll have the last word, i’ll have the last laugh

sure as your blood is running cold

far be it for i to leave all this beauty behind

i will stay to watch you wither away

and with any luck you may be hit by a truck

and i will remain to dance upon your grave

oh look and you see how much your death means to me

please won’t you play in a busy street?

far be it for i to leave all this beauty behind

and i will remain to dance upon your grave