Slushie Haunted
Hey kid, is your haunted head filled with stupid dreams
of the dead? When are you going to realize that you are
here? Gothic pose, your black leather clothes. Makeup
man, excited morbid fan. What do you think you've got to
fear? When were you blessed by Ozzfest? Dye so black and
skin so fair, pseudo-intellectual flair. You've got no
reason to fuss, but you must. Obsessive quirk, a licensed
jerk, polluting airwaves with your passe neoclassical
death metal trash. Waiting for your chance to make what
move?
