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He and his glorious smile
Yet did he make people fly
With the temper he had… No.
It's hard to avoid it, even so.
A gentle side he tried to hide
And the darkness he endeavoured to fight
Who would've known this high-tempered gentleman
Whose Chain swore to kill people on the land?
One by one, his relatives left
Poor Elliot wasn't blind, nor was he deaf
For he played the piano so well
Oh, love for him, I did fell.
But they were winning
Now I couldn't ever see Elliot grinning
Oh how the terror on his face would look
If he'd found out how many lives he took
The savior, my lover, the warrior and the pianist
The souls he had taken were too much to list
I knew you were a modest man from the beginning 'till the end
When you preferred to commit suicide; to them you're more than a friend.
Alas fate did not permit me to tell you to realize
That your fans loved you to death; we'd rolled the die twice
Yet the numbers did not stop turning
There's something you need learning.
Look back.