A Somber Poem Lyrics

It seems my sad story must come to an end

I've been killed by The Noise, or so it's been said

Who knows if I live, unknown to the masses

An old man (one of two) with a white beard and glasses

Though foolish it would be, it is a good thought

The old men they were killed, and much sadness that brought

So what if I became them, despite having no brain

Everyone will think they haven't been slain

"Oh joy! They are back!" they will shout in the streets

Little do they know, I have them beat

I've tricked them, those fools, and their tiny minds

If my secret is revealed, there will be much crime

They will cry, the fools, and I will feel glee

For the first time in my life, since 1903

I've been around all this time, though that they don't know

Over many long years, I have grown and grown

For now though, I, will stop going on

I have said too much now, so I'll make myself gone

Perhaps, young peasant, I'll see you soon

In The Basement, I will make you become my goon