Death Mime chimes in, lets you know what's on his twisted mind. Death Mime climbs the walls in search of a way to freeze time. Sick mood and he hates the fuck out of you death mime coming over with a sharpened baseball bat. Mister Mime to you sticks you into the lion pit at the zoo. Yes, this greasy bastard wants to kill you, failing that, he wants to ill you. Not a nice fuck at all. Go to hell death mime~ stay there all the time. Dark deeds in the park and I need to get away while I still have my genitals intact, in fact, if you survive I'll see you around.