It seems he's still holding up sir
His head is sitting on the shelf
His ******* body dropped down
He's still looking arround
Staring at our things angrily
Only alive
Out of sheer will

Eyes wide opens
Like they shouldn't
Following me
Like they couldn't
Hanging at the edge of the pit
He's taunting me
He's showing off

'Tried everything, sir
'Don't understand
His face's dried up as you can see
He's yet still talking back to me
Spitting on us, biting back
Frowning at us
Staying back

I'll just put him in a bucket
I'll teach him to disobey law
Let's see how he holds on
When his dear world is put away
It's only fair for death to reap the things I love
It's not to love
The things I hate