I see your soul decaying
Your light is slowly fading out
Your eyes are filled with fire
Your nails show dirt from digging down
There's nothing left in you
I know, I know it feels like dying
Like you're fighting just to breathe
We are the death of the party
We're here to save you
Blow out the candles
Come with the vandels
Baby, make 'em scream
Your world is like a nightmare
Your life is trapped, you're like a prison
You cover up your scars
Ashamed of all that you've been given
There's nothing left in you
I know, I know it feels like dying
Like you're fighting just to breathe
We are the death of the party
We're here to save you
Blow out the candles
Come with the vandels
Baby, make 'em scream
Baby, make 'em scream
To all the living dead boys and dead girls,
The death cats, the outcasts, all you creep controllers,
The kids of the night, the ones with no voice,
IT'S TIME TO FUCKING SCREAM OUT!
We are the death of the party
We're here to save you
Blow out the candles
Come with the vandels
Baby, make 'em scream
Baby, make 'em scream
Baby, make 'em scream
There's nothing left in you
I know, I know it feels like dying
Like your living just to breathe
IT'S TIME TO SCREAM OUT, YEAAH!
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