Scary Monster

[Verse:ForestPunk] How to be a scary monster, let your malice grow Raven on your writing desk, Edgar Allen Poe Crying little clowns see they never pout in show Cuz' only mad hatters ask, "Where did Alice go?" Eyes closed, blind fold, pocket full of posies Songs for the plenty and its octaves for the lonely Smokin' like rubble from the rockets to ya' bogies Exhaust menthol toxins in my stogies They say "Yay we celebrate the doctrines of the phony Where your god can get ya holy" if you watch and listen closely Priests in the choir see the irony is laughable Talking to a shadow with a silent treatment attitude Ship is full of fools and they swimmin' high and seasick Actors in roles and the fringe assigned the pre-scripts Please kids, hey just my luck, ya' see? They make runts to be just like us, indeed... Watch me, watch me, watch me [Hook:ForestPunk] We made to walk, when we used to dance We made to talk, when we used to chant We made to fall, when we used to stand So I'm usually lost, and now I am See we made to walk, when we used to dance See we made to talk, when we used to chant We used to sing, and now we scream So the nightmares, won't get out my dreams