Hey kid, is your haunted head filled with stupid dreams of the dead? When are you going to realize that you are here? Gothic pose, your black leather clothes. Makeup man, excited morbid fan. What do you think you've got to fear?

When were you blessed by Ozzfest?

Dye so black and skin so fair, pseudo-intellectual flair. You've got no reason to fuss, but you must. Obsessive quirk, a licensed jerk, polluting airwaves with your passe neoclassical death metal trash.

Waiting for your chance to make what move?

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