[Verse:ForestPunk]
How to be a scary monster, let your malice grow
Raven on your writing desk, Edgar Allen Poe
Crying little clowns see they never pout in show
Cuz' only mad hatters ask, "Where did Alice go?"
Eyes closed, blind fold, pocket full of posies
Songs for the plenty and its octaves for the lonely
Smokin' like rubble from the rockets to ya' bogies
Exhaust menthol toxins in my stogies
They say "Yay we celebrate the doctrines of the phony
Where your god can get ya holy" if you watch and listen closely
Priests in the choir see the irony is laughable
Talking to a shadow with a silent treatment attitude
Ship is full of fools and they swimmin' high and seasick
Actors in roles and the fringe a**igned the pre-scripts
Please kids, hey just my luck, ya' see?
They make runts to be just like us, indeed...
Watch me, watch me, watch me
[Hook:ForestPunk]
We made to walk, when we used to dance
We made to talk, when we used to chant
We made to fall, when we used to stand
So I'm usually lost, and now I am
See we made to walk, when we used to dance
See we made to talk, when we used to chant
We used to sing, and now we scream
So the nightmares, won't get out my dreams