Lemon Demon

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A mask of my own face.I’d wear that.I’d wear that.I’d wear that mask of my own face.I’d wear that.I’d wear that.I’d wear it to a hoedown, and I’d dance with all the belles,and none of them would know that I was secretly myself.I’

The day they found me, I hadn’t yet been playedInside my workshop behind the old arcadeElectric desires had unraveled all my wiresNow I’m in the box for safekeepingThe news reporters reported that I diedBut all my organs were living on insideCircuit board to brain with two lungs collecting

There lived a merchant in the days of oldwho is remembered for the things he sold.No silly trinkets silver, bronze or gold.So I’m told, so I’m told.He made a most delicious pumpkin pie,which he presented to the passersby.Before the sun set he’d be all but dry.

Damned clownsAnd the puppets with human handsMannequins moving, my mind barely understandsGood old fashioned Nightmare FuelGood old fashioned Nightmare FuelI turn away and close my eyesBut it’s hard not to visualize someGood old fashioned Nightmare FuelGood old fashioned Nightmare FuelDamned dollsAnd

Howie thought brass was the height of style.Now he’s got something of a steampunk smile,and it’s all right.It’s all right, it’s all right.Sally got a dagger hung from her septum.O’Malley cut his ears off, but wishes that he kept ’em,and it’

I love my brine shrimp pals.They are my friends.I watch them float around inside their tank.But when I came back home from school today my little friends were dead and I was sad.The other day they were alive, and now they’re floating at the top.I knew they wouldn’