Here come the stranger things of the night,
Some call them demons and some it'd be monsters,
But to myself it's just me and poison boy's misadventures,
Our rocking bed atop a stormy sea,
He's beside me and I trust him with my life.

Our plight to death,
He says, "Say your goodbyes."
I say, "Yes, sir."
Our plight to light,
He says, "Say your dreams."
I say, "Yes, sir."

Breaking my shell off to rip me of my confines,
Poison boy doesn't care about that at all,
But I do, oh god do I care,
Stop breaking my face, my soul, my dreams,
Curb stomping me into my irreversible creation,
Why did I give in?
Why did I give in?