You'll never know what I do
Even though its right in front of you
They're picked out quite tastefully
And you know they are just like me
The monster is hidden from them
Internal conflict to condemn
Mementos are a bloody slide
An eerie list of those who've died
An ocean grave my boat the hearse
I smile while I invoke my curse
Doakes is creeped out by me
Why is he the only one to see
Sis and Angel on the case
I should stop but I crave this taste
Dad is here inside me dreams
Helps me justify all these schemes
Rita is another disguise
While I go and hunt my prize
Hannah is more my type
Besides she understands the hype
The storm is closing in
Threatens to expose my sin
I'll fake my death and leave this place
Into the woods I'll find my space