you all want to hear thisnnthere's charcoal on our cheeksnnand this is where nnwe mean when wennsay oh my God, it's darknnthe dimmest place we've been in weeksnnnnsee this is more than just a trophy roomnnbecause this is where we keep our thoughts nnand you and only younncan say you've been where no one else has beennnyou've seen what we've got for salennwhat do you think?nnnndon't hold back just say itnnwe want to hear your wordsnnthe meaner onesnnand the coarser onesnnthe ones behind locked doorsnnsomething that we still have never heardnnnnthe sweet meats keep the bad mannnalways nipping at my heelsnnthe demons and the dutchess on my tracknnit's skin and teeth and candy canesnnand one last look aroundnnand i can't get this monkey off my backnnnnthe pretty ones always get what they wantnnnnn