Terrible Things

Once, there was a healthy man He spent his lifetime workshopping robots No intentions ill or foul (I know you've heard the tune before) No intention is ill or foul 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 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 might seem a bit painful But at least you get to come back again, and again, and again May I have your condolences? I know you've heard the tune before (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 a means to an end 50 years attached onto puppeteer strings Who would do such terrible things? 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 Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, la-la-le, di-lela Hmm, la-la-le, di-lela Hmm-mm, oh, oh-whoa I know you've heard the tune before Once there was a healthy man He spent his lifetime workshopping robots No intention is 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 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 not saying, there's no use in praying Again, and again, and again And 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