Setting the Shadows

We are the kids your parents warned you about

Don't threaten me with a good tme

Misery loves company, the monster hiding in plain sight

You go dead inside, burning both ends

Bad things taste good, I lef myself behind

He has a way of getng in your brain

As bad as it gets to be a prey

It's yours to break because you paid for it

Hell is something you carry around with you

I'm my own pet peeve, some nightmare fuel

Bad things taste good, I lef myself behind

I'm my own pet peeve, some nightmare fuel