I hear the Symphony of the Dead calling out upon your deathbed rising from the afterlife all you're doing is wasting my time every face every life alll slowly lobotomized mornful final resting place for this will be your grave
You’re so dead you’re like a corpse with a megaphone screaming at the sky and the angels are like ‘just let him die’
Your dad’s dead and he’s still talking about politics
Your dog’s ghost is haunting your math quiz
Your teacher’s soul is stuck in the lockers and it’s yelling at you