[Intro]
KANEDA
​nightmarehouse

[Verse 1]
Don't turn the lights off
There's monsters in the dark
She ashed my cigarette on her wrist to leave a mark
Paper notes under her nails
Tight jeans, thigh gap and a white tail
Do you think you're in purgatory?
It's okay, I'll stop, tell a different story
If I left you notes, would you grow to adore me?
She snuck out her window, memento mori

[Chorus]
Whole town grieving (Oh-oh)
Death before dishonor
Flashing lights, questions (Oh-oh)
But nobody had saw her
Pretty face plasterеd (Oh-oh-oh)
Hit the gas, go faster
I think she's a spеll-caster (Oh-oh-oh)
Someone call the pastor
Whole town grieving (Oh-oh)
Death before dishonor
Flashing lights, questions (Oh-oh)
But nobody had saw her
Pretty face plastered (Oh-oh-oh)
Hit the gas, go faster
I think she's a spell-caster (Oh-oh-oh)
Someone call the pastor
[Verse 2]
VHS camera focusing upon the woods
Finger-pointing, cries that, "They're not doing good"
If this was 1962, would they call you a witch?
And if you were given the chance, would you make the switch?
The blood isn't even red from the lack of saturation
If you were given a chance, would you learn about creation?
Rum, tum, tugger, go back to your mother
Screaming cry for help that isn't answered by the others

[Chorus]
Whole town grieving (Oh-oh)
Death before dishonor
Flashing lights, questions (Oh-oh)
But nobody had saw her
Pretty face plastered (Oh-oh-oh)
Hit the gas, go faster
I think she's a spell-caster (Oh-oh-oh)
Someone call the pastor
Whole town grieving (Oh-oh)
Death before dishonor
Flashing lights, questions (Oh-oh)
But nobody had saw her
Pretty face plastered (Oh-oh-oh)
Hit the gas, go faster
I think she's a spell-caster (Oh-oh-oh)
Someone call the pastor