please don t be alarmed i ve got the heart of a child it s actually one of many that i ve slowly compiled you have looks to die for and a brain to match i promise to remove it all without a scratch lest we forget about your ravishing eyes id love to see them both immaculately excised now whatcha got hiding under all that meat i dont believe that beautys only skin deep we all amass ghosts of our past i display mine under glass perfection is fleeting commence the bleeding and now i must propose we dig dem bones i bid you welcome my guest i have something to get off my chest i am a fan of some degree of curiosities now now don t you fret i have a spot for all of my guests on the mantel or the bookcase i can always make some space all the beauty of our days a shame it s got to wither away you ll live on rest assured and forever be preserved  from here on in you shall never age formaldehyde will keep those effects at bay a piece of my collection always on display an object to admire like a lost monet everybody shuns their skeleton and hides it from all the fun elbow grease and soap will remove your pulp and itll polish like a stone when i scrub dem bones i bid you welcome my guest i have something to get off my chest i am a fan of some degree of curiosities now now don t you fret i have a spot for all of my guests on the mantel or the bookcase i can always make some space all the beauty of our days a shame it s got to wither away you ll live on rest assured and forever be preserved well is there something wrong with me i prefer my friends deceased disassembled and put on display deep inside these hallowed halls your bones will decorate the walls safe from inevitable decay youll soon agree that life is better without all that pesky leather skin is overrated cant you see would you prefer to rot and mold in a grave thats damp and cold or join my esteemed menagerie or you could choose to just grow old journey into the unknown spend your last breath all alone death waiting to lash out will you become history or a sight for all to see you must believe when i decree its whats inside that counts we all amass ghosts of our past i display mine under glass perfection is fleeting commence the bleeding and now i must propose we dig dem bones 
['dark cabaret', 'otacore', 'steampunk']