When I was born
I was the most "adorible thing"
Growing up in a world where one cared
Can drive anyone insane
Some say
I stained the family name
Find me up in the attic
Making my undead army
Out of clay
To kill all that made fun of me
I don't care if I burn in hell
I was everything but sane
You could tell
I never liked life
We could both threaten me with a knife
Cause I hate this world
And everthing in it
So twist my neck
And steal my soul
For I am dead
And you are alone
