Bunnies are fluffy, hop with grace, and are always in survivor mode.
They said I’m emo. Uh, was their first clue my band called, Betty Stab Wound?!
I had a dream: it was green, then later blue, and one day it’ll be black.
What are the facts when people are frenze-feeding on the obtuse garbage?
The darkness looms now And so I cling to the one Thread available.
In the still of night We wait, knowing of chaos That’s coming our way.
The nightmare is now And covers our land of dreams But will the rest WAKE?