I know you don't want me here
I am the hobgoblin of little minds
I am the hobgoblin of your life
you were prepared then I showed up
I waltzed in when you were getting cleaned up
I am the hobgoblin of little hearts
the kind that last a few hours before falling apart
'cause they know they're not wanted here
you closed up the cracks in the ceiling we came through the floor
you closed up the cracks in the universe we found one more
you looked me up you scoped me out
you read up on me and found out what I'm all about
you'll turn around one night and slump in defeat
we're racing toward you on a hundred little feet
I know you you little shit
I know all about you you piece of shit
I fucking know you you little freak
I know you don't want me here
I know you don't want me around
you blocked off the whole sky and I came in
I came in up from the ground
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