I may not know anything at all, And something tells me this is out of my control. I guess in retrospect I could’ve figured that At least that way the shock wouldn’t hit like a bat.
And spastic light specs, brighter than the bluest skies, Begin to dance around as panic clouds your eyes. And you can call me dumb, impulsive and unwise, But there’s no way I’ll stand here and watch, paralyzed.
Who would’ve thought! No, really, this is quite a scene: The cutest, coolest boy that I have ever seen Turned out to be a monster mutant death machine!