Текст песни Friday The Thirteenth

This is, This is Friday the Thirteenth Friday the Thirteenth Blood dripping, everywhere Where am I? It looks familiar to me On a Friday the Thirteenth night Nothing It makes me happy to be here So many skeletons aside I'm desperate, speaking sarcastically On a Friday the Thirteenth night I'm trying not to despair It's starting to make me happy People I hated are all here Being cursed by their own spell Your choices have turned against you Oh On a Friday the Thirteenth night Please get out of here I'm not happy with you being here I'm disappearing from real life As I dance in front of my own funeral My choices were in vain The weight of it runs through my veins On a Friday the Thirteenth night Don't despair Everything will be fine Just be happy While you party with us