He sits in your room,
his tomb with a fist full of ties
Preoccupied with his vengeance
Cursing the death that
can answer it back
I'm sure that he has no intention
Of looking your way
Unless it's to say
That he needs you
To test his vengeance
Hey, please lock your windows
Use your hand and let him
walk through you
How can you say he won't you?
You can go back to him any
time you want to
He looks so truthful
Is this how he feels?
Try to feel the mood and expose it
With his business like anger and
his bloodhounds and deals
If he needs a third eye, he just grows it
He just needs you to talk to
and hand him his chalk
Or pick it up after he's frozen
Hey, please scratch your window
Use your hand and let it fall through you
How can you say he won't haunt you?
You can go back to him anytime
you want to
Hey, please go out your window
Use your hands and legs,
it won't hurt you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him
anytime you want to
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Why does he look so righteous?
Why your face is so changed?
Are you frightened of the boss
you keep in mind?
While his genocide fools and
his friends rearrange
The religion of
Ted
Little with a plan
That backhubs the youth,
but your face is so crude
Come on out, the dark is beginnin'
Hey, please close your windows
Use your hands and legs if I fool you
Come, I'll save you or haunt you
You can go back to any time you want to
You
you