Texty: Itchy Poopzkid. Lights Out London. Down, Down, Down.

Reality- Something evil?s lurking in your room
Eternaly- Like a birthday on the day of doom

You know your future slowly gets in form
When the Purgatory keeps you warm

You?re going down down down falling endlessly
Noone?s around round round looks like hell to me
You?re going down down down falling endlessly
Noone?s around round round with the best of wishes from me

Apparently those living corpes match your falking skin
Did you believe the day would come when time is wearing thin

You know your future slowly gets in form
When the Purgatory keeps you warm
You realize there?s not much left to do
When the obituary features you