Passion for the shadows as they seepin through the night don't wanna face my demons but they going on a strike im fighting with the reaper with the corpses in the light gotta fetish for the darkness an the demons jeepers crepers heber jeebers im a sneaker and a heater thermal fever bring the meter kill a leader very cautious probably leave'em feeling natious plan to putem in a coffen undertaker meet your maker putem in the over baker probably mixem in a blender chop your chorps like master splinter probably served you all for dinner. Leavem dead up in the winter Chuckie see im rasing hell coming in an out of jail shipped your head up in the mail then burn your body in a whail took your soul for my expense while im looking like the greench dressing like a leprechaun then rip your eyes out from your head then leave you dead up in your bed leave you looking special ed and probably have you giving head.