All the remains of a cadaver of days I keep hidden away, keep them there just in case I wanna visit that place Blow the dust from the bones Off a body of years that I leave all alone Just a body of years
See the skin disappears And the blood turns to stone In a body of years now a pile of bones Like a sheet of veneer Each a piece of my SOUL It's a body of years that I leave all alone
It's just a body of years, now a pile of bones Old SOUL who falls down Can't stop tripping on these Old roads I go down
It's just a body of years that I leave all alone It's just a body of years, now a pile of bones Like a sheet of veneer, Each a piece of my SOUL Like a pile of shit I can't seem to forget Just a body of years that I leave all alone
Tell-tale diary pages They unveil a ghost from the ages When bodies of years were breaking from all of the weight Of diary pages
METTATON
The first person from home who's not just from home. He spent some time in space, allegedly, and came away with a plethora of experiences that left him considerably more haggard and frayed than the glamorous star of the Underground that Sans remembers. It's unclear just what happened in that space-faring world, but evidently it turned out to be little more than a pit stop in the long run, 'cause like it or not, Mettaton's ended up in Hadriel now.
mettaton.
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All the remains of a cadaver of days
I keep hidden away, keep them there just in case
I wanna visit that place
Blow the dust from the bones
Off a body of years that I leave all alone
Just a body of years
See the skin disappears
And the blood turns to stone
In a body of years now a pile of bones
Like a sheet of veneer
Each a piece of my SOUL
It's a body of years that I leave all alone
It's just a body of years, now a pile of bones
Old SOUL who falls down
Can't stop tripping on these
Old roads I go down
It's just a body of years that I leave all alone
It's just a body of years, now a pile of bones
Like a sheet of veneer,
Each a piece of my SOUL
Like a pile of shit I can't seem to forget
Just a body of years that I leave all alone
Tell-tale diary pages
They unveil a ghost from the ages
When bodies of years were breaking from all of the weight
Of diary pages
With Papyrus's scarf in tow.
...
Best not to think about it.