by Daft Punk
This is about my favorite author, the original goth,the master of horror, Edgar Allan Poe.
|Edgar Allan Poe, you write in a mysterious way.
You didn't care if a poem of fear didn't pay.
When I read your work, a raven attacks my eyes.
But when I don't, corpses from the graves will finally rise.
Even though you had a woman who is so fine,
You're a master of fright, like R.L. Stine.
How you make the words filled with hate,
Is nothing like how god makes someone's fate.
Whenever I walk outside after dark,
I hear a wolf's howl, instead of a dog's bark.
Whats worse than a shot by an arrow from a bow,
Is the evil that is made by Edgar Allan Poe.