Sunday, Mar. 02, 2003 - 11:37 p.m.

My brain is slowly melting now,

I feel it in my head.

I think that fairly soon enough,

I'll end up cold and dead.

--

The squirrels talking in the woods,

They told me I would die,

That prompted me to kill them all,

And then to sit and cry.

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I'm saddened by my lack of life,

That shortly will occur,

But the knowledge of that sad event,

Has acted like a spur.

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The list, my list, my list I made,

My list of peoples' names,

The people who will shortly take

A trip to see their graves.

--

They won't be laughing anymore!

There'll be no stupid grins!

I'll cut the ears right off their heads!

I'll fill their eyes with pins!

--

I'll do it quick, I'll do it fast,

My last few days will be a blast!

And then I'll die a happy fellow,

Filled with joy, and feeling... yellow... ?

...liquid dripping from my ears,

Oh well, I had some happy years...

...And so I guess I say.. goodbye..

I.. ...die.