The pastel city
Oh so cute and cuddly,
Gives so much pity
Even though the people seem bubbly
They are really the demons
That haunt you in your sleep
And when you wake they give tea
And sweet things
But when you're asleep
They are drunk
Off the liquor they hide
And when they open their souls
You won't want to look inside
The pastel city,
Haunted by the pastel people
Is pitch black at night
And bright in the mornings
The blood in the bathtubs of
The pastel city
Gives fear to the new comers
And then the new comers turn
They are pastel now
And the pastel city owns them
