Living in Nightshade
I druther live in hours of dark
And under the shade of wood of bark
Shops and pop flashing the light of neon
Night clubs for riches in the names of leon
I druther having english classes of two
Than having math classes in the week like boo!
Which my teacher confuses me with equations of doom
And my brain just overloaded and then go boom
I druther eat a pile of hay
Than eating three meals in a day
Fats and oils flow around our bodies
Then dying in pain and left with bloody