I'm cutting me a paper heart
to celebrate my immortal youth
I've heard of big red hearts, but now
to me, they're not of use
once, I had an ageless heart
or so I have been told
although if youth was judged by wounds
I'd now be fat'lly old
my paper heart will cover all
the gashes of my war
and decorate a chest of sins
that suffering it bore
someone dare defy my appetite
for immortality
my brazen attempt shall rise above
all ye cowardly
I've guaranteed myself a life
of innovative charm
for I would lust for all the pleasures
and be immune to harm
now I've been warned of theory
and of its stringent perfection
for in reality the truth does twist
in the most painful contortion
and just to escape the burning wound
I made a call of judgment
punctuated by the weight
of such a guilty punishment
in such a state of panic
the door to my soul, I shut
and soon I had to suffer
a lethal paper cut
a meteor shower flung at me -
rocks of evil seed
Oh ye faithful, behold! Behold!
a paper heart could bleed
expire now, thy flame of life
from this, thou shall take heed
for this: liveth no immortal man
who hath harbored immortal greed
