I’m a setting sun but I’ll never run, I’m a dead man walking… Yeah, I’m a dead man walking.   

Look at me, I’ve been a dead man for decades now.   

Some would say I’ve passed my expiration date.   

Everyone wants to tell me that I should hang it up.   

That old man Attano’s done, he grabbed that golden ring once, and it’s the best he’s going to get, and he should be happy with it. 

I hear it all: “His daughter doesn’t even care whether he lives or dies.”   

Every little whisper you think you’ve made in what you thought was privacy I’ve heard it, “His back is still fucked, and he’ll never be what he once was.”   

You all think that I may have ended Tombstone’s title reign, but he’s won the long game because I’ll never be what I once was before he cracked my back.   

That I’m a walking shell of what I once was? 

They’re all standing over my open grave, shoveling the dirt down on top of my casket.  

You can keep your mouths in motion, enjoying the sound of your own voices, and the comforting words that you have to say about Old Man Attano. 

Talk about how broken I am, how I’ve outlived my usefulness, keeping that parade of my failures on the tips of your tongues. 

View me as broken, washed up, over the hill, a shell of a man, and past my prime.  

Work your arms to shovel dirt onto that casket. 

But what you’ve all missed is that while your lips were flapping, you were deaf to the subtle sound, one that denotes life… 

My heart is still beating, hard and heavy! 

While you’ve been paying attention to every little stumble I’ve had, you have blinded yourself to the smoke, the inferno that rages in that casket. 

Pandemonium, you’ll begin to hear it. 

A drumming, the sound of the very nightmare you thought you were burying, and you could turn away from. 

It will start low and slow, almost imperceptible, and then becomes louder and louder as the night goes on.

Until each one of you turns to see what the hell the noise is, and you realize I’ve pulled you into the very grave you’ve all attempted to bury me in.   

You’ll look up to the sky and all you’ll see is the dirt you’ve shoveled for months on top of me! 

Asking yourselves, “What’s that light burning over my head?” 

My reply will be swift and vicious: “It’s the Nobody you’ve attempted to dismiss, and had forgotten about.” 

As I prove to the whole of Arcadia that my demise has been highly overstated and I’ve aged like the finest fucking wine! 

All the while, I do something I’m more than used to, standing at the peak of a mountain of bodies. 

While the last thing you hear because you’ve all finally stopped flapping your gums is the one thing everyone’s forgotten, “I’ll stay and fight as long as I’m alive… and kill till I die”.