Pick up the Slack
Like the Gorillaz, I’m “All Alone,”
Dark voice of the Dusk, Raw Monotone.
Here, I cite Melancholy
Never fear the Reaper, he works for me
Evil follows good; right after
You can’t spell slaughter without laughter.
Get to know your shadow-it’s your
He’s silent and has your back ‘til the end.
No one can tell what you can truly
They’ll never see the flame that
Burns in you.
At the point with turning back
Your time is up, Yo., pick up the slack.