AN INTERVIEW WITH DEATH
[CHORUS]
In this report,
is the Interview with Death,
What's the prognosis?,
how many grave plots Left?
Could we be Doomed,
on the way to be Entombed,
In the cloning economy,
of a body Exhumed.
With no Resignation,
nor Consideration,
For Death plays for keeps,
no Discrimination.
No need for video,
leave the camera on the Shelf,
For this is Real-Time,
in the Interview with Death.
[Verse]
Headlines amiss,
no news can capture this,
In an Interview with Death,
the Evidence on the list.
Killing and Murder,
front page of these Times,
Drama and Trauma,
moving down the Bloodlines.
Results so Cynical,
the Syndicate Subliminal,
Using underhanded tactics,
covering up the Criminal.
Like dead man walking,
in the News Weekly,
In the world today,
read this Documentary.
Death after Death,
is the Scenario,
Possessed with the evil mind,
of Dr. Nefario.
And removal from office,
is outta the Question,
Like in Jeepers Creepers,
they crave the Digestion.
As the market reports,
in the Journal of Theft,
The vendetta of challenge,
is in the Interview with Death.
So therefore I say hummm.
[CHORUS]
[Verse]
Now back to the Rhyme,
although we can't push Rewind,
In this Expose,
let's explore the Timeline.
From the murder of Abel,
in planting the Death Seed,
His blood still screams,
how can I get Freed.
But in touching lives,
with the message of the Cross,
The emotional fear,
is in the total Family Loss.
Just like the relational,
death of Marriage,
They barely legal,
flat liners in the Carriage.
The mountains between us,
are all American Made,
Like in the Red Zone,
off the Grid getting Played.
What's the dateline,
in the silent Library,
To make moves on a Chess Board,
Death doesn't Tarry.
For he's the Killer Elite,
in Hot Pursuit,
Just like it's Open Season,
Bang Bang Shoot Shoot.
You seeking the Proof,
take a look at the Youth,
Oops Oops no Mistaking,
cause that's the Truth.
[Verse]
Extra, Extra,
read all About it,
From the Rooftops,
you can hear Death Shout it.
And in the Disclosure,
you see the Exposure,
So how can you maintain,
your calm Composure.
Death on Preorder,
like the Battle of the Sexes,
The Day of the Dead,
Return of the Ex's.
You're taking Care of Business,
but what's the Turning Point,
Locked in a Pressure Cooker,
full of Steam on the Hunt.
In the role of a Mimic,
as an everyday Gimmick,
A man playing God,
that's going beyond the Limit.
When it comes to Life and Death,
He's the Creator,
Any other Identity,
is an Imitator.
And in the News reported,
they follow a Script,
But now the Apocalypse Unveiled,
the Curtain about to Lift.
[CHORUS]
MCREV
