Three For Flinching Paroles

too little too late

no one will find us here

pointed fingers at painted faces

don't think twice

just point and shriek

i bleed under makeup

while entertaining the fool

you laugh

stop laughing

i sleep in corners
so soft to the touch

it makes you

now death hunts

i'm the monster in your closet

when there is no front door

oh how that sounds so sweet

the bat to dumb cranium

angry shadows caress the world

frantic

come out to play

stop laughing

stop laughing

stop laughing

stop laughing

stop laughing

stop laughing