According to the Chorus

Oooh
Gather Round
look at me, me
When I come around they start screaming
Crack your necks Surreptious Capulets
I am back
Lulling Sweet Juliets to Romeo's head
Hotel Denoument
And anywhere else instead

I am the one hiding under your bed
Halloween Night keeps my fascist mind mad
No, I am the one hiding under that cortex
Calling Corpse Brides from their depths

This is Hollywood Undead
Drunk on Sinatra and Glowing Glass Death Beds
Cause I Bet
She'd fill the sunset in my veins
spread blood, summer love
through arms
And boys will be boys hiding in estrogen
screaming kiss her before shes gone

Cause somehow
it was like you were the first to listen to everything I had to say
Albeit I am God's gift
horrific to the very end
But wait
Why would I be tainted with such wit if I ring the bells of Notre Dame
Im no amorist, baby these are narcoleptic war of words at its best
And death has called for my former self
Ask him how I've been
Thin as a dime
Hollow as the birds that gouged the roof of my mouth
Before the morning enters the sea with your whirlpools and sores
Spark the electric dreams that make our hearts beat faster and faster
Are you mad at those walls
or ashamed the persona has become relevant with this poem
Stop this Stop this Stop him Stop him
when his mirror took a sneaky scissor and cut up the babysitter's december mask
for the ball we planned to attend
when I still thought Beatrice was the symbol of all my life stood for
when Ivan resembled everything I wasn't
We hid their bodies under the glass sky
And so what Im trying to say is
TheonlythingIevermeanttosaywas
When all the world didn't need me
I wish you still did