Robbie the Rabbit
Talk about sleeping
My bed's the set
Not sure about the ending
But it starts when he creeps in
Can't look around
No one's not moving
I'm staring in the dark
And I'm scared he'll lean in
He's here
So quiet yet near
The movie's starting
I feel like Casey
Scream
Alone in your house
Drew's not the star
Ghost face cut her part
It's too much
For me to handle
Get out, no sleep
Wake up and skedaddle
Play games, watch movies
Forget why I'm tired
Turn around, still loony
Like I'm in Jacobs Ladder
Feel my head shaking
Blood's boiling
Big boy burning
Like I'm Cybil
Roll the credits
It's time to pass out
One last movie
Scare myself then blackout
Eyes are glowing
Bright and yellow
Everything's spiralling
Vincent Van Gogh
No face showing
A mask, leather, a beak no feathers
A witch doctor, a banshee
In this cold weather
Is he here for a show?
A silent mannequin, a crow
Is he breathing, he's slow
I'm hiding, scared like Gizmo
And everything's upside down
Like in the eighties
There's no Eleven around
Only dead bodies and laughter
Pink bunnies and mechanical spiders
I'm Heather
Clumsy and crushed by a roller coaster
My monsters teeth
Wont show it's appetite
But maybe what's underneath
Wants to take a bite
He might stand still
To sing a lullaby
Or he waits to sting
The shape of my heart
For art
Or for some fucked up religion
Lead us to paradise
Like a muscular pigeon
My bed's the set
Not sure about the ending
But it starts when he creeps in
Can't look around
No one's not moving
I'm staring in the dark
And I'm scared he'll lean in
He's here
So quiet yet near
The movie's starting
I feel like Casey
Scream
Alone in your house
Drew's not the star
Ghost face cut her part
It's too much
For me to handle
Get out, no sleep
Wake up and skedaddle
Play games, watch movies
Forget why I'm tired
Turn around, still loony
Like I'm in Jacobs Ladder
Feel my head shaking
Blood's boiling
Big boy burning
Like I'm Cybil
Roll the credits
It's time to pass out
One last movie
Scare myself then blackout
Eyes are glowing
Bright and yellow
Everything's spiralling
Vincent Van Gogh
No face showing
A mask, leather, a beak no feathers
A witch doctor, a banshee
In this cold weather
Is he here for a show?
A silent mannequin, a crow
Is he breathing, he's slow
I'm hiding, scared like Gizmo
And everything's upside down
Like in the eighties
There's no Eleven around
Only dead bodies and laughter
Pink bunnies and mechanical spiders
I'm Heather
Clumsy and crushed by a roller coaster
My monsters teeth
Wont show it's appetite
But maybe what's underneath
Wants to take a bite
He might stand still
To sing a lullaby
Or he waits to sting
The shape of my heart
For art
Or for some fucked up religion
Lead us to paradise
Like a muscular pigeon
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Writer(s): Sonny Bellonie
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