Overlord Stillbornagain
I fell from the sky Mummified Calcified Predeceased Three weeks at least And raised as living anyway Mirroring the imperial designs Of that heroic age They shook off the dust Assumed control Bit their lips And took me home Called me their ownThey held me close Offered their name And let me wait around To hold their handsAnd watch them pass away And every day I wake up dead Stillbornagain Grave to cradle And here I am Stillbornagain I looked through my schools For replacements Made a pitch For applicantsMet with silence I held them close Offered my name And made them wait around I held their hands And watched them pass away I checked all the texts For instructions Plundered the tomes Of resurrection It's tempting fiction Found guilty at birth And sentenced to lifeWhile serving time They chortle We're immortal 'Til the day they die And every day I wake up dead Stillbornagain Grave to cradle and here I am Stillbornagain Every day I wake up dead Stillbornagain St. Cuthbert Just wants To be friends I'm stillbornagain
