They creep in your room
They tap on the floor
They creek up the stairs
They slide through the door
They hide under your bed
They live in the shed
They like the dead
They come from your head!
They like to kill
It gives them a thrill
It needs not no skill
I've had my fill!
It's time to die
I do not know why
Look at the sky
Say good bye!
Hah ha hah ha
They creep in your room
They tap on the floor
They creek up the stairs
They slide through the door
They hide under your bed
They live in the shed
They like the dead
But come from your head!
They come from your head
They come from your head
They come from your head
The come from my head
They come from my head
They come from your head
They come from your head
Everyone you know is dead
Everyone you know is dead
They come from your head
 z-bandit · Mon Sep 03, 2007 @ 07:09am · 2 Comments |
