The Song of Wicked John

Wicked John

I'm really mad, and I will live my life
You did nothing to me, but I want strife
I'm angry and twelve people write my songs!
My words, are so catchy and weak
And I get off at calling you a sheep
I am perpetually at wrong.
I'm mad, I don't even know why
I feel like I want suicide
I'm a man who makes images in blood.

I haunt Brandon's dreams
I am such a scream
I ate a Juneberry
And Brandon saw me in his dreams...

Brandon

"You are a worthless fuck!"
Said the man who I once loved
And saw nakedly exposed
In his demon teeth and jagged edge ran loose
I saw you walking down the street
I'll have love, but you'll have misery
This is my screamo song
So I will go to heaven
And hell will open up her womb.

One man, wrote this song
Not eight, with lyrics always wrong
Maybe no one wants to listen to me
But I got something real to say that's not lazy.

Wicked John:

I haunt Brandon's dreams
I am such a scream
I ate a Juneberry
And Brandon saw me in his dreams...

So here's the fact, put a bullet in your brain
And that's a fact, I saw you were so lame
I gave you all you have and I made you
So I guess I will have the last laugh.

Brandon said, "No, I will."