Paimon Prom Dress

[Verse 1] We scream 666 I'm sick I'm fucking sick without you [Verse 2] We were kids back then North Americans I had you alright I was king And happy as I've ever been Oh, I get sick of in my own ways I think about those days And I cry, oh, eyes just cry [Verse 3] I got stuck onto Annie Looking right at me You said, "Jump" I said, "How high?" [Verse 4] Now I'm a freak A bitter, bitter, little thing Oh, let me be