Setting the Shadows

We are the kids your parents warned you about Don't threaten me with a good time Misery loves company, the monster hiding in plain sight You go dead inside, burning both ends Bad things taste good, I left myself behind Bad things taste good, I left myself behind He has a way of getting in your brain As bad as it gets to be a prey It's yours to break because you paid for it Hell is something you carry around with you I'm my own pet peeve, some nightmare fuel Bad things taste good, I left myself behind Bad things taste good, I left myself behind Bad things taste good, I left myself behind Bad things taste good, I left myself behind I'm my own pet peeve, some nightmare fuel I'm my own pet peeve, some nightmare fuel