Hey folks,                                                           ­                                   

                            ­                        Begging your pardon?


            Die                                      ­                      
                               You're all
                                gonna        

Die                                                          ­                        

    You're all gonna
                                                           ­                                     Die



                   ­    The whole being dead thing...                                              


You're
doomed
E n j o y the
sining
And if I hear your C e l l p h o n e
ringing

I'll                      ****                  yo­u              m y s e l f




The whole ~"Being dead"~ thing.

G                                               Brutal truth,                                                
I                                          Hitlist,             ­                                     
A                                     Christmas,                                        
N                                   Triscuits,                                      
T                               Statistics.                                
SNAKE                                                           ­                           



Every show I do like a TON of
c   o   k   e

Jesus, pass the
d   r   a   m   a   m   i   m   e


Bla                                                         ­                                                Bla
Bible
Jesus
M
A
G
I
*C




Seriously though, this is a (show?) about
DEATH


And on a certain date, the universe kills you.
That's the thing with life
No-one makes it out alive



God I hope you're ready for a
(Show?) about
Death.


                                                I do this ******* like eight times a week,
You're gonna be fine.                            



God I hope you're ready                                                            ­                  
for a (show?) about



                                                        ­                                           DEATH

School used to be a bad place, you know?
Homework, stress, and people.
People lie, gossip, and hate.
But then I met you,
And things changed.
School used to be a bad place,
But with the people I am with now,
School is home.
I am home.

My Theodosia,


Love                                                                                       Life­

    doesn't                                                                   
         discriminate                                  

Between the
Sinners~
and the
~Saints


It        

                        takes

and it
  
                       takes

and it
  
                          takes

And we keep

loving                                                       ­                living

a n y w a y s



we


Laugh and we cry                                                           Rise and we fall

And
we
break

And we make our mistakes.

And If there's a reason I'm still alive, when everyone who loves me has died, then I'm willing to wait for it.


wait for it                                                           

wait for it

                                                            ­                    wait for it

Mom,
Dad,
Grandpa.

When they died, they left no instructions,
just a
legacy
to protect.

(What is a legacy?)

Hamilton's pace is relentless,
But some day he'll be tired.
And the only thing the world will hear,
Is a gunshot being fired.

...

wait..!

...

I catched a glimpse of you,
Running through the moonlight.
You climbed the barricades again,
Because you fight day and night.

I didn't see your face that night,
But I know you looked beautiful.
And even though there's chaos here,
You made my world feel peaceful

I see you standing there, every day,
Waving the big red flag.
But you're so far ahead of it.
It's not the revolution, it's me, that you outdrag,

I see you fight here all the time,
And I get filled with pride.
So as long as we'll stand on the barricade together,
We don't have to hide.

You are my barricade boy,
And the revolution is ours.
And someday we'll fill the world,
With black and red flowers

~
'What if this bullet is my legacy?
If I throw away my shot, is this how you remember me?


The world is wide enough,
For our love to be.
Just you and me.


Rise up.
We can fight the world together.

Time's up.
At least I spent this forever with you.

Wise up.
You taught me what love was.

Eyes up.
As long as I can stare into your eyes, I will lock my eyes every time.


What if this love is the only thing left?

What
if
these
words
were
our
legacy?

What is a legacy?

Sometimes I catch a glimpse of the other side.
You let me make a difference.
We'll tell our story,
And we won't need to hide.

  
                 Un                                                             ­                                
              Deux                                                                       ­
         Trois                                               
Quatre                 
            Cinq      
              ­       Six
                                   Sept
                                                 Huit
  ­                                                              Ne­uf


I'll see you on the other side, Mon amour.