Whisper down the lane to me.

Tell me all the lies.

Make everyone feel bad

Until they want to die.

It's what you do to us,

Your tiny little slaves.

I hope that you can rot in hell

For the rest of your days.

If someone asks me one more time

If I am okay,

I'll tie them up, light them up,

Then blow the flames away.

Let the ashes claim me.

I'd rather that then care.

Ask me one more time if I-

Ask me! I dare you.

In your vanity I strike.

In your words I lay.

You rip my heart, I tear your head

And then we're in our graves.

Whisper down the lane to me,

Tell me all the lies.

But first say, "hello," to me

So I can say, "goodbye."