Everyone Dies In A Costume

Hey, you

I almost thought I lost you

I almost got excited

I don't mean to be rude

I just can't help my mood

And that's because I hate you

I almost thought I liked you

But now that person's dying

And now I'm left with you

And nothing 'bout you's true

You're nothing but a slave to a costume

I, I hate you and I hope you die in that costume

Hey, you

It seems that you have lost it

I could've tried to save you

But that would be no use

So go and tie your noose

You're nothing but a slave to a costume

I, I hate you and I hope you die in that costume

I hate you, I hate you, I, I

I hate the way you try to be someone you're not

I thank you, I thank you, I, I

I'm thankful for the old you, the person you shot

I still remember who you was

I guess, that person wasn't you

Meeting new people really sucks

Everyone dies in a costume