---Aeturnus Est (For Sasori)
-M. Logan

Strung out, strung up, hung out to dry
Here in my little shop of terror
Worry not, you will never die
This master's hands made no error

A heart of gold, heavy and cold
Eyes of amber and teeth of steel
Steal you?  Hah, none would be so bold
Pain you will never again feel

Here in my little shop of terror
A body that's so well preserved
This master's hands made no error
I gave you just what you deserved