There’s something funny about humans
That even whenever they wake up
& realize it just doesn’t matter
Either way, we die
Whether tomorrow or today
So why worry about the snow in May?
Achieving immortality in the sense
There’s no need to try on defense
Thus, set their beds
Waiting to wed the dead
Only to realize in a moment, instead
They really would rather keep on living
Regardless if their color ends in blue or red
Jamming Jimmy’s §pirit∿GüИ (Happy Birthday) [Bit The Bullet Edition]
Sinister Spirit Gun
