Repeat after me: I will not repeat
The horrifying dreams I cannot delete.
Try as I might to erase my mind,
I keep finding traces of you inside.
Repeat after me: I will not repeat
The l*** and the greed and the gluttony.
Try as I might to erase my mind,
I keep doubling back to Gemini.
Now that I've got you all tied up in knots,
We're going to tell the tale that I almost forgot.
We're going to recreate what I should've stopped.
We're going to blow this unholy house to dust.
We're going to have a birthday bash, just for us.
Line up the candles, two by two.
Two for every year beaten black and blue.
Two for every monster more deformed
By forced reform!
So, here we are again, living in the scene of the crime.
So, how's it all look, are the decorations right?
The only difference is, now we've got these big red sticks;
Two by two, you gotta help me get 'em lit.
Light 'em up...
Light 'em up...
Light 'em up...
Light 'em up...
A troubled little boy stranded in an orphanage.
An imaginary friend hidden underneath his skin.
An identical twin, whispering inside his head:
"Stab with all your heart, I wanna see red."
We're going to blow this unholy house to dust!
Come on, light it up!
We're going to blow this unholy house to dust!
Come on, light it up!
Light it up! Light it up!
Light it! Light it!
The horrifying dreams I cannot delete.
Try as I might to erase my mind,
I keep finding traces of you inside.
Repeat after me: I will not repeat
The l*** and the greed and the gluttony.
Try as I might to erase my mind,
I keep doubling back to Gemini.
Now that I've got you all tied up in knots,
We're going to tell the tale that I almost forgot.
We're going to recreate what I should've stopped.
We're going to blow this unholy house to dust.
We're going to have a birthday bash, just for us.
Line up the candles, two by two.
Two for every year beaten black and blue.
Two for every monster more deformed
By forced reform!
So, here we are again, living in the scene of the crime.
So, how's it all look, are the decorations right?
The only difference is, now we've got these big red sticks;
Two by two, you gotta help me get 'em lit.
Light 'em up...
Light 'em up...
Light 'em up...
Light 'em up...
A troubled little boy stranded in an orphanage.
An imaginary friend hidden underneath his skin.
An identical twin, whispering inside his head:
"Stab with all your heart, I wanna see red."
We're going to blow this unholy house to dust!
Come on, light it up!
We're going to blow this unholy house to dust!
Come on, light it up!
Light it up! Light it up!
Light it! Light it!