My humor is pretty much shit at this point.

UNDER THE ARC OF A WEATHER STAIN BOARDS ANCIENT GOBLINS, AND WARLORDS COME OUT THE GROUND, NOT MAKING A SOUND THE SMELL OF DEATH IS ALL AROUND AND THE NIGHT WHEN THE COLD WIND BLOWS NO ONE CARES, NOBODY KNOWS I DON'T WANT TO BE BURIED IN A PET CEMETERY I DON'T WANT TO LIVE MY LIFE AGAIN I DON'T WANT TO BE BURIED IN A PET CEMETERY I DON'T WANT TO LIVE MY LIFE AGAIN FOLLOW VICTOR TO THE SACRED PLACE THIS AIN'T A DREAM, I CAN'T ESCAPE MOLARS AND FANGS, THE CLICKING OF BONES SPIRITS MOANING AMONG THE TOMBSTONES AND THE NIGHT, WHEN THE MOON IS BRIGHT SOMEONE CRIES, SOMETHING AIN'T RIGHT I DON'T WANT TO BE BURIED IN A PET CEMETERY I DON'T WANT TO LIVE MY LIFE AGAIN I DON'T WANT TO BE BURIED IN A PET CEMETERY I DON'T WANT TO LIVE MY LIFE AGAIN THE MOON IS FULL, THE AIR IS STILL ALL OF THE SUDDEN I FEEL A CHAIN VICTOR IS GRINNING, FLESH IS ROTTING AWAY SKELETONS DANCE, I CURSE THIS DAY AND THE NIGHT WHEN THE WOLVES CRY OUT LISTEN CLOSE AND YOU CAN HEAR ME SHOUT I DON'T WANT TO BE BURIED IN A PET CEMETERY I DON'T WANT TO LIVE MY LIFE AGAIN I DON'T WANT TO BE BURIED IN A PET CEMETERY I DON'T WANT TO LIVE MY LIFE AGAIN, OH, NO, OH, NO I DON'T WANT TO LIVE MY LIFE, NOT AGAIN, OH, NO, OH, OH I DON'T WANT TO LIVE MY LIFE, NOT AGAIN, OH, NO, NO, NO DON'T WANT TO LIVE MY LIFE, NOT AGAIN