Setting the Shadows

We are the kids your parents warned you about

Don't threaten me with a good time

Misery loves company, the monster hiding in plain sight

You go dead inside, burning both ends

Bad things taste good, I left myself behind

Bad things taste good, I left myself behind

He has a way of getting 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 left myself behind

Bad things taste good, I left myself behind

Bad things taste good, I left myself behind

Bad things taste good, I left myself behind

I'm my own pet peeve, some nightmare fuel

I'm my own pet peeve, some nightmare fuel