One boy, entertained
By the torments of another soul.
Touching was confusing
And he found that he was all alone.
He sought salvation
In the darkness of the choklit.
Sweets soaked insecurities.
And sugar teased his need to kill.
(Chorus: Peel back the faces
We hide within our choklit shell.
Some know indulgence.
Some know, and some go much too far.)
They came, hypnotized
By the promise in his somber grin.
He saw something
In the weakness of their skin.
Jeff saved for later
His prizes of iniquity:
Polaroids to covet,
And bones to hide in 213.