D.R.E.A.D.

For the dungeon in which I hide
For the reaper who's at my side
For the end of this accursed life
For the alchemy and
For the damning

The progeny of death all gleam
The poet's drunken in the streets
You've got to make haste
The kiss of life's a bitter taste

Molt in front of the looking glass
Reflection repulsed by the mask
Shadows nailed to hands and feet
Neverland oh Netherworld at last we meet

It's Jimmy Dread again
And he hopes you've behaved
Lay in your bed again
Take this to your grave



Credits
Writer(s): James Rhine Jr.
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