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Peachyboo, original design by @pulp-punk
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My contribution to the peach-like trend.
Peachyboo, original design by @pulp-punk
CCTV check the playback, you’ll see thirteen ghosts in plague masks. Parade of phantom heartbreakers, and half their faces look like mine
Now that I’m who I want, all anybody seems to want is to stare. The only monsters in the freak show have paid to get their ass in those chairs
As his trail of bodies turns him inside out, they’re playing tricks on his mind. And the Dogman starts to cry, and he’s howling at the sky. When they die they all have Bethany’s eyes
I hear voices begging me to kill them through the radio. When they all laugh and argue like the end was theoretical.
We’re all that we’ve got left and I’ve killed people for less. So truth or dare, you’re not prepared to face the fallout
But nobody, nobody, nobody shows up to my party when summoned. So I pack up my shit and I curse at the dead. And I wipe off the tears and the symbol on my forehead and drive
I faced the bathroom mirror and I said your name three times. You showed, sheathed your knife and said, “Don’t call me on this line.” But you still text me every night on Christmas. I guess there’s still some unfinished business