Down in the forest, we'll sing a chorus. One that everybody knows. Hands held higher, we'll be on fire singing songs that nobody wrote (Tyler lays on his back and watches the fire slowly engulf the house. The treehouse is starting to fill with smoke-..I'm not sorry.) I try to come up with an artistic way to say they don't know you and neither do I but here's a prime example of a stand up guy who hates what he believes and loves it at the same time here's my brother and his head is screwed up but that's alright (GaspS fOr brEatH) I'm nuts, baby I'm mad, the craziest friend that you've ever had. You think I'm pshycho, you think I'm gone, tell the pshychiatrist something is wrong. Over the bend, entirely bonkers, you like me best when I'm off my orkcer. Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed, so what if I'm crazy? The best people are. Singing songs that nobody wrote (THE FOREST FIC HAS RETURNED. JOSH WILLIAM DUN IS REAL) Can I pose a question, how do you kill what is dead? (good question)

@Bunny32016 huh? I feel like that is a lyric I'm not getting, but just to be sure what are you talking about?