Dumb Ways To Die Lyrics Novels & Stories

"A monumental... drunk... idiot." I reached for the mouse again, my tongue thick as I dictated the next line. "'Subject... LAST CHANCE BEFORE I DO SOMETHING DRUNK AND STUPID.'" I mouthed the words, stumbling over the syllables. "'I don't want to die...I don't want to die... I don't want to die...I don't want to die... DEATH IS NOT FUN... BELIEVE ME...I KNOW... I swear to God I will drag you into this fire with me.'"

We cried until the flame of the kerosene lamp sputtered repeatedly and until the moon outside the window reached its highest point in the sky. Grandma finally lowered her arms and wiped away her tears with her sleeve. "Ash…" She looked at me, her eyes bloodshot and puffy, but full of tenderness. "How have you been these past few days, Ash?" I was stunned by that question. I was already dead, so the question felt meaningless. I still tried to communicate using gestures, though. I pointed to my chest and then to the sky, making a gesture to show that I felt as light as air.

I pretended not to hear him and focused on breathing evenly, as if asleep. He laughed softly and adjusted the wide straw hat over my face. “Chloe,” Don Shaw said quietly, “you can’t keep running forever.” The courtyard fell silent again. Only the wind. Only the distant hush of water beyond the cliffs. Just as sleep began to pull me under, his voice came again—calm, almost casual. “I just received word. Zane Carter may have discovered the staged death.”

Like the song itself died the moment Damion was out of sight. This is so fucking weird.

Waiting for the miracle that you will come back. Why was life so cruel? Cruelty breaks my heart. How can I walk in darkness? If the light of my life wasn’t here? How can I move on? If my foot was excavated six feet underground? How can I live? If I was choked with depression? Do I need to end our last love song? So that I could finally say those seven letters to you? Goodbye. As he finished the song. Greg just leaned over and leaned back in his chair. The Boss cut the recording and stood up to stare at Greg but it was still bent over.

I feel so stupid right now, does anyone else get this shit? How exactly are we gonna make him, come to us? It might have taken me a short while to get the underlying meaning behind Nikolas's words. My eyes widened and I shot from my seat. I shook my head, "No, No way!" It came out more like a scream. Hell no, I can't go to that extent. I am already at rock bottom. Doing that will only drag me under. "You know it's the best way to get this done." Nikolas said, a glint of accomplishment in his eyes, "If you saw someone from the dead walking around, wouldn't you come out of your hiding cave?"

In the drizzling rain, soaked to the bone, he sang and made noises, his presence echoing through the somber atmosphere of the wet and dimly lit surroundings. [Singing] "Brindle, oh my sweet babe, you are all I want, all I ever wanted. No one can take you out for me, no one, one, one! We are made for each other till death do us part," he belted out, pushing through the laughter even harder and louder. "Even in death, you are still mine and only mine..." His voice echoed through the air, a mix of joy and desperation in his drunken serenade.

I was deep in thoughts, I didn't exactly know where to begin so I threw the question at her like a perfect gentleman with a humble smile on my face “ Whose hands do you wish to die at? Short or I?” Her eyes dashed between both of us then she spat bitterly, “ Bastards.” I shut her mouth up with a hard slap, she spat out a mouthful of blood. She was still looking at me fiercely, I smirked at her. She cowered and looked elsewhere. I hummed a line, “ Down by the drains, where the watermelons rot..” She looked up, it was a death song to me. A song, I sung before I butchered up another person.

So I'll memorize the constellations of her freckles, The sound of her laugh like distant thunder, The way she sees beauty in broken things.. Especially in me. And when darkness finally claims her, I'll remind the world that even extinguished stars Send light traveling for centuries, Illuminating paths they'll never know they touched }

I smirked at him and focused on other people and nodded my head to the musician to start the music. I began to tap my hand on the microphone to follow the tempo. And I sang: The world can be a nasty place, You know it, I know it, yeah, We don't have to fall from grace, Put down the weapons you fight with, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead now,