Chorus: I m crooked look at me. I am the crooked tree. Just look into the eyes of crooked Pinkie Pie. I giggle at the pain, the ghostie in my brain, desires in my head, the blackness in my mind. The hunger must be fed, my demon satisfied. I tried to laugh out out, but the burning only grew. It tortures me inside, so I think I ll torture you.
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