"99 Ways to Die in a Poem" lyrics
99 ways to die in a poem
Count 'em up, line 'em up, now you know 'em
99 ways to die in a poem
Poe style, hella bodies in a pile (whoops!)
99 ways to die in a poem
Count 'em up, line 'em up, now you know 'em
99 ways to die in a poem
Poe style, hella bodies in a pile (whoops!)
When the narrator dies, silence fills the air
Like the raven said, "Nevermore," but don't be scared
Covenanter bleeding green in the Roman rain
Another war-torn body carried off in pain
Twelve mimes in The Conqueror Worm, shredded in rows
Each one writhes with mortal pangs till the curtain close
That stage is a grave, and the Worm just feeds
Every clown face down in the tangle of weeds
Then The City in the Sea, citizens they sink with pride
Forty-one ghosts drifting where the tides collide
Every good and the bad lost under one dome
Because planted a throne in a cathedral of foam
The black-winged angel cries, perched high on the spire
Surveying the drowned choir, grim watcher never tires
Cloud-enshrouded king nods, palace swallowed by the sea
Crowned by catastrophe, still rules eternally (in these):
99 ways to die in a poem
Count 'em up, line 'em up, now you know 'em
99 ways to die in a poem
Poe style, hella bodies in a pile (whoops!)
Tamerlane, last breath, empire bled, pride broke
Crown slid sideways, whispered "death is near," last note
Then there was, Annabel Lee, a freezing breeze seized her throat
Angels jealous of love, now Poe's stuck with a ghost
Irene, coffin cradle, "lady sleeps, the dead all sleep,"
Now she's locked in a vault where the shadows creep
Lenore, queenliest dead that ever died so young
The bells swing so heavy, dirges swallow hell of tongues
Soldier in the Bridal Ballad, fell down the dell
While the widow wed again, her heart will never quell
D'Elormie got lost, his voice calls back
The vow feels cursed, love's ghosting on this track
The knight from Eldorado went west till his marrow was done
His pilgrim shadow didn't help, he's like, "Ride boldly, son."
Ulalume still chilling in October's tomb
The violet-eyed maiden, staring at the moon, the queen of the gloom (and these are)...
99 ways to die in a poem
Count 'em up, line 'em up, now you know why
99 ways to die in a poem
Poe style, hella bodies in a pile (whoops!)
Irene again? The maiden's back in death's disguise
The eternal bride slumbering? I guess she can't decide
The glass coffin occupant, chilling, preserved in frost
The ghostly companion, guiding souls that are lost
The sorrowing pilgrim? Tripping, his feet give out
Martial hero? Cut down in the mid-battle shout
Bereft soldier dying slow, his wounds won't clot
Hapless swain, heart stopping mad quick on the spot
Ruined queen? Her whole court's a corpse parade
Exiled dead far away, to a foreign grave
Beloved Anne? Drifts into eternal sleep
Dreaming devotee? RIP like Lil Peep
Whispering ghost, still haunting with a sigh
Morbid rose blooming, petals wilt, then they die
Weeping lily bends, rosemary falls
Fond aunt fades silent behind black walls
One more child departed, a candle snuffed quick
Unholy bride collapses like a gothic trick
Another nameless maiden, another nightshade kiss
Another withered lover, still lost in the abyss
Another bride entombed though, "it shall not be forgot,"
The spectral knight salutes from an empty plot
The lamenting youth, heartbroken, beginning to slip
The sensual phantom fading from the trembling lips
Like a prisoner of grief, who's buried in silence
The majestic ghost, once dispatched by violence
The unweeping soul, cursed to stay dry
Another hollow coffer who faintly cries
The shadows swarm, while the phantom host sighs
The mysterious poet in his own verse dies!
Every rhyme's a tombstone, according to Poe
Death by scansion? What a poetic way to go!
99 ways to die in a poem
Count 'em up, line 'em up, now you know why
99 ways to die in a poem
Poe style, hella bodies in a pile (whoops!)
Count 'em up, line 'em up, now you know 'em
99 ways to die in a poem
Poe style, hella bodies in a pile (whoops!)
99 ways to die in a poem
Count 'em up, line 'em up, now you know 'em
99 ways to die in a poem
Poe style, hella bodies in a pile (whoops!)
When the narrator dies, silence fills the air
Like the raven said, "Nevermore," but don't be scared
Covenanter bleeding green in the Roman rain
Another war-torn body carried off in pain
Twelve mimes in The Conqueror Worm, shredded in rows
Each one writhes with mortal pangs till the curtain close
That stage is a grave, and the Worm just feeds
Every clown face down in the tangle of weeds
Then The City in the Sea, citizens they sink with pride
Forty-one ghosts drifting where the tides collide
Every good and the bad lost under one dome
Because planted a throne in a cathedral of foam
The black-winged angel cries, perched high on the spire
Surveying the drowned choir, grim watcher never tires
Cloud-enshrouded king nods, palace swallowed by the sea
Crowned by catastrophe, still rules eternally (in these):
99 ways to die in a poem
Count 'em up, line 'em up, now you know 'em
99 ways to die in a poem
Poe style, hella bodies in a pile (whoops!)
Tamerlane, last breath, empire bled, pride broke
Crown slid sideways, whispered "death is near," last note
Then there was, Annabel Lee, a freezing breeze seized her throat
Angels jealous of love, now Poe's stuck with a ghost
Irene, coffin cradle, "lady sleeps, the dead all sleep,"
Now she's locked in a vault where the shadows creep
Lenore, queenliest dead that ever died so young
The bells swing so heavy, dirges swallow hell of tongues
Soldier in the Bridal Ballad, fell down the dell
While the widow wed again, her heart will never quell
D'Elormie got lost, his voice calls back
The vow feels cursed, love's ghosting on this track
The knight from Eldorado went west till his marrow was done
His pilgrim shadow didn't help, he's like, "Ride boldly, son."
Ulalume still chilling in October's tomb
The violet-eyed maiden, staring at the moon, the queen of the gloom (and these are)...
99 ways to die in a poem
Count 'em up, line 'em up, now you know why
99 ways to die in a poem
Poe style, hella bodies in a pile (whoops!)
Irene again? The maiden's back in death's disguise
The eternal bride slumbering? I guess she can't decide
The glass coffin occupant, chilling, preserved in frost
The ghostly companion, guiding souls that are lost
The sorrowing pilgrim? Tripping, his feet give out
Martial hero? Cut down in the mid-battle shout
Bereft soldier dying slow, his wounds won't clot
Hapless swain, heart stopping mad quick on the spot
Ruined queen? Her whole court's a corpse parade
Exiled dead far away, to a foreign grave
Beloved Anne? Drifts into eternal sleep
Dreaming devotee? RIP like Lil Peep
Whispering ghost, still haunting with a sigh
Morbid rose blooming, petals wilt, then they die
Weeping lily bends, rosemary falls
Fond aunt fades silent behind black walls
One more child departed, a candle snuffed quick
Unholy bride collapses like a gothic trick
Another nameless maiden, another nightshade kiss
Another withered lover, still lost in the abyss
Another bride entombed though, "it shall not be forgot,"
The spectral knight salutes from an empty plot
The lamenting youth, heartbroken, beginning to slip
The sensual phantom fading from the trembling lips
Like a prisoner of grief, who's buried in silence
The majestic ghost, once dispatched by violence
The unweeping soul, cursed to stay dry
Another hollow coffer who faintly cries
The shadows swarm, while the phantom host sighs
The mysterious poet in his own verse dies!
Every rhyme's a tombstone, according to Poe
Death by scansion? What a poetic way to go!
99 ways to die in a poem
Count 'em up, line 'em up, now you know why
99 ways to die in a poem
Poe style, hella bodies in a pile (whoops!)
