Black and Blue

All our family photos are black and blue instead of white They just came out that way and it always seemed right Today I've got the perfect plan in my head Snap a photo of us now and it’d print out blood red I've got an idea that could puncture your brain Hear me out, and I swear you’ll never think the same The stitches in my head have come loose and now the monster’s out He told me this plan We’re gonna burn down the house

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