Paimon Prom Dress

We scream 666

I'm sick

I'm fucking sick without you

If we were kids back then

North Americans

I had you, alright

I was king

And happy as I've ever been

Oh, I get sick of my own way

I think of back those days

In my car, your eyes just cried

I got stuck onto Annie

Looking right at me

You said, "Jump"

I said, "How high?"

Now, I'm a freak

I'm fitting in, fitting it in

Oh, fit, oh, let me be