Land of the dead

“You know what you look like? Like a skeleton dancing at the festival of the dead.

Yeah that’s perfect, you fucking nailed it sweet cheeks. I may be from the land of the dead but I’m a fucking well armed skeleton. That’s where we’re all from, me your head maid those soldiers everyone.”

“Sooo Chiquita, welcome to my graveside. Leave a bottle of tequila and some marigolds, in return I’ll leave a chocolate skull as an offering for your soul seeing as your fixing to die here you little shit.”

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Born in the smoke, raised where the bullets kiss,

Every step’s a war drum, chaos is bliss.

Eyes red, bones rattlin’, grin full of spite,

I walk with the dead but I fight in the night.

Steel in my veins, tequila in my breath,

Marigolds bloom where I’m dealin’ out death.

Festival flames, watch the candles ignite,

Every skull on my belt is a trophy tonight.

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I’m the shadow in your prayers, the reaper in the rain,

A skeleton with teeth grinnin’ through your pain.

Welcome to my graveside, tequila on the stone,

Offer up your soul ‘fore I claim it as my own.

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I got coffins for contracts, blood for a wage,

Writing your obituary line by line on a page.

The soldiers march hollow, the head maid grins,

We all came from the grave and we dive back in.

Dust on my boots, bone-white in the haze,

Gun smoke hymns sing the end of your days.

Chocolate skulls melt, sweet offering’s done,

While your heartbeat slows and your body goes numb.

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Dead men dance where the marigolds burn,

Every soul I take is a lesson I learn.

Tequila tears spill, but the laughter’s loud,

I’m a well-armed skeleton standin’ proud in the crowd.

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I’m the shadow in your prayers, the reaper in the rain,

A skeleton with teeth grinnin’ through your pain.

Welcome to my graveside, tequila on the stone,

Offer up your soul ‘fore I claim it as my own.

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Call me Chiquita’s curse, call me death in disguise,

Got the smoke in my lungs and the blood in my eyes.

From the land of the dead, but I walk with the quick,

Put the coin on your tongue, let it burn, let it stick.

Head maid laughin’, soldiers droppin’ like flies,

Every shot that I fire writes your last goodbyes.

This ain’t a lullaby, this is warfare’s song,

Where the dead keep dancin’ and I drag you along.

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“Leave a bottle of tequila… and some marigolds.

I’ll leave a chocolate skull… for your soul.

Welcome to my graveside, little shit.”