There was this guy who used to work with me.
I wouldn't say I knew him, but I knew he liked to party.
We'd both come in hungover in the morning
and he told me about nights of drunken karaoke.

We both worked the lunch shift on Saturday,
no one told me he was dead until the following Monday.
And I felt so sad, cause I didn't feel as sad as I thought I should, and that made me sad.
And I felt so sad cause I was in my own head feeling sad and my coworker was dead.

A car hit him and just kept driving.
Sometimes you die before you get the chance to die trying.

And I always thought I'd go out ramming the Blade Ship,
my adversary's ankles soaked in my quicksand handprint.
But it could just as well happen in a crosswalk all of a sudden,
so we're gonna go ahead and scrap the valiant blueprints.

But make sure you play "Crawl" at my funeral
and tell them all I thought the outro was beautiful.
In lieu of a eulogy just tell all my enemies exactly how I felt,
cause no one else is going to if I'm burning in hell!

They say two heads are better than one
so stab the hydra in the heart and run.

And there's no such thing as a phoenix,
so if you see me falling down
and my wings are still on fire,
please put me out. Please put me out.

But when the skin-graphs heal and the casts come off
I'll be back in the sun, I'll be coming in hot.
I'll be tugging at your socks on the banks of the pit,
digging in my claws, taking you down with!