Don’t you know I’m a villain? Every night I’m out killin’, sending everyone running like children? I know why you’re mad at me. I’ve got demon eyes and they’re looking right through your anatomy. Into your deepest fears. Baby, I’m not from here; I’m from the Nightosphere. To me you’re clear, transparent. You got a thing for me, girl. It’s apparent.
[[So I spontanteously wanted to do Marshall Lee today]]