If you were here right nowNot dead like you areI would sit by you, but you’re not here,You’re not here at allTiny broken fingers in the doorwayHow was i to know?Guess i didn’t think those screams were for realIn a house where the tree fellWe spent all day in the branchesThey came the next dayThey took that tree away and made me cryDid you hear she saw demons in the bedroomHer lungs were brokenBut then they worked fineBlue light comes aroundBlue light dont come around right nowYou might not like what you see, be ashamed