Looking for someone I can play with. I don't care if she's skinny. I don't care if she's fat. As long as she goes for boys like me. . 'Cause I like them like that.
My neighbors in the real world. Are like the people in my dreams. The numb walk with the wicked. And I walk in between. . They're really hard to talk to.
He's a smile on the face of a killer. A charm on the end of a chain. A hurricane blowing out of it's mind. That washes the ruin with rain. . He's a beast that appears to be beauty.