The Freddy Shelly Throat Punch

This is all your fault again

Surrounded by the ones you once called your own

Stealing all the air from them in rooms they move around;

Just mouths with working lungs

Is this dancing

Is this dancing or a terrible excuse

A terrible excuse

I will release you

I left the truth inside of

This is where the fun begins

But I'm stuck underground swallowing my tongue

Is this happening

Am I listening to the sound of modern youth

The sound of modern youth

I will release you

I left the truth inside of

I will release you

I left the truth inside of you