CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Dark shadows
Tasha:welcome to my own show it's time for it to come my own master here he comes hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Nightmare:if it comes for you don’t be scared or a stupid star boy
because it won't work for him and his name is fedbear or golden Freddie and this is just my show just my show come to my show~
when demons and the dark shadows dance with you so dance with them too or die and I don't think you want that now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
If I shall die before I ’wake
I pray the Lord, my soul to take
Play us like pawns and relentlessly confine,
Into living up to gender roles and having absent minds
Don't you think it's funny how they tell us how to live?
Don't you think it's funny how we're all delinquent kids?
Like, hush now, don't say, don't say
Hush, boy, oh, hush, boy, don’t say a word
Throw on a jersey and no one gets hurt
Hush, girl, oh, hush, girl, just bat your eyes
Play our little game, play our little game
Bounded all thoughts and corrected common sense
You’re raising suicidal with your predetermined titles
Like "a mess", "distressed", "I am unimpressed", "you're excess",
"a dress is all you’ll ever be".
Gender roles impose control and deceive progressive times
Welcome to the land of the broken minds
Nightmare:if it comes for you don’t be scared or a stupid star boy
because it won't work for him and his name is fedbear or golden Freddie and this is just my show just my show come to my show~
when demons and the dark shadows dance with you so dance with them too or die and I don't think you want that now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
If I shall die before I ’wake
I pray the Lord, my soul to take
Play us like pawns and relentlessly confine,
Into living up to gender roles and having absent minds
Don't you think it's funny how they tell us how to live?
Don't you think it's funny how we're all delinquent kids?
Like, hush now, don't say, don't say
Hush, boy, oh, hush, boy, don’t say a word
Throw on a jersey and no one gets hurt
Hush, girl, oh, hush, girl, just bat your eyes
Play our little game, play our little game
Bounded all thoughts and corrected common sense
You’re raising suicidal with your predetermined titles
Like "a mess", "distressed", "I am unimpressed", "you're excess",
"a dress is all you’ll ever be".
Gender roles impose control and deceive progressive times
Welcome to the land of the broken minds
