Haunt // Bed (Explicit)

I'm sorry that your dad's dead

I hope you amend it

I think I've lost a lot of my friends

Through belief that I'm an instrument

F**k me if you must then

Treat me like an old friend

I can't exist within my own head

So I insist on haunting your bed

If you could only hear what I said

You'd see that

I'm not scared anymore)

I'm not scared

I'm not scared

I'm not scared

I'm not scared

I'm not scared

Spin car round push your head down down down

Smash into the ground with you

There's been a piece of glass found

And a terrible sound

What if what they're saying is true

Oh I prefer it in your bed television set

I'm not scared

I'm not scared

I'm not scared