Dead Celebrities Are Amusing

These past years, we've said so much that's unclear
 Let's look into the mind's realities
 I'm there, except I don't have long hair
 The Frankenstein implied with Shelley
 And you're there, with arguments and cold stares, but deep inside your eyes are the things you fear
 Hey, you might live to die
 We all die alone
 You're such a little girl
 Hey you're going to die
 The other chess players, leave me in the opium dens
 His plays just aren't the same since that girl met him
 The whispers in the nautilus of my ears, my epitaph arranged is stated here
 The King's dead, the cold sweat, I leave behind the cold sweat
 The logic, the I quits what are you looking for? It's not a game we play, we're going to die, we all die alone