Their Name
There's this special breed of people, I'm sure you've heard their name,
They're rich and dark and little, and play their made up games.
They like to dance to different tunes but sing to the same song.
All they do is rightrightright but they think they do it wrong.
Sometimes they walk around at night and hope for death and pain.
Because that's so cool and that's so right and it's what they hope to gain.
There's this special breed of people, I'm sure you've heard their name.
They screech it out and scream it loud because it's their favourite game.
Darkest music, black as night, but they forget that night is blue.
They like to bleed and bleed they will, they forget that you bleed too.
They cringe at pain that's real as real, and wish that no one dies.
They wish that the sun would always shine, and doves would always fly.
They laugh at death and suicide, because to them it's just a game.
They're a special breed of people... can you guess their name?
They're rich and dark and little, and play their made up games.
They like to dance to different tunes but sing to the same song.
All they do is rightrightright but they think they do it wrong.
Sometimes they walk around at night and hope for death and pain.
Because that's so cool and that's so right and it's what they hope to gain.
There's this special breed of people, I'm sure you've heard their name.
They screech it out and scream it loud because it's their favourite game.
Darkest music, black as night, but they forget that night is blue.
They like to bleed and bleed they will, they forget that you bleed too.
They cringe at pain that's real as real, and wish that no one dies.
They wish that the sun would always shine, and doves would always fly.
They laugh at death and suicide, because to them it's just a game.
They're a special breed of people... can you guess their name?