Death Parade

Whenever I hear your voice
I sense an aural suicide
Whenever I see your face
I urge a moral homicide

Within broken mirrors
When shattered images arise
Holding false pretenses
Darkness scatters demise

Whenever I see your crazy wild charade
I mix it up and take a sip from this lemonade
You keep coming back with a different grenade
Yet keeping you away is my life's escapade

I'm sick of all this drama
Sick of this facade
And now I welcome you to my
Last death parade