Requiem for an A-Hole

He's gone, but he's not forgotten
He was a man who truly died for his art
And though he was mostly rotten
He still lives inside my heart

Every day with him was like
(Every day with him was like)
A dream inside a terror dream
(Dream inside a terror dream)

People, us his little people
He loved to show what little people can do
Now I leave his shadow for light
I can't believe he's gone
For reals
For he was an asshole
But I'm feeling all the feels