Shouting for no reason
Shouting I don't need a reason
Okay I'll stop now
We're scared for your future
You very smelly ugly soul
We cant smell or see you but
You're small and burnt just like your coal
We will be so pretty cause
The world around us is very not
We will even be so pretty
While our insides are to rot
Tear the nails off my toes
Skin and wear me as your clothes
We're just one more average Joe
Smell the fear from
The Demons
The Demons
The Demons
The Demon