Pen onto paper, I prefer to use a quill.

Write your name in cursive, then your heart goes still.

shinigami eyes, and yes I see you.

how'd you wanna die? I'll let you choose.

suffocation, or a thousand tiny cuts.

You're gonna end up dead no if's no buts.

A swing of the quill and you'd drop down dead.

People say I'm ego'd like it's gone to my head.

Ain't my fault i'm god and i'm pulling all the strings.

So dance little puppets, while my quill sings.

Who's next?

b-b-b-book of death.

write write write

till there's no souls left.

b-b-b-book of death.

A world without light, would be dark indeed.

But that's exactly what we neeeeeeed.

Gods of death they work for me.

shi...shinigami sight yes I can see.

da da da dum

da da da dum

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suffocation, or a thousand tiny cuts.

You're gonna end up dead no if's no buts.

(da da da dum)

A swing of the quill and you'd drop down dead.

(da da da dum)

People say I'm ego'd like it's gone to my head.

(da da da dum)

Ain't my fault i'm god and i'm pulling all the strings.

So dance little puppets, while my quill sings.