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?