
Year of the Red Mask (Remastered)
[Intro] Yeah Uh You hear that? That’s your calendar crying [Verse 1] I’m that red flag in your rearview Wrong fourth wall to step through Laugh while I lace up my boots Dude Turn your whole dark side into fast food (yup) You pray in the shadows? I’m camping there Feet on your couch In your favorite chair Snacking on fear like kettle corn Telling your skeletons “get reborn” [Chorus] This your year of the red mask Better run Every dark deed I’m naming it one by one (one by one) You wanted smoke Now you choking on your own bad prayers I’m the punchline coming for your worst nightmares This your year of the red mask Feel that chill I’m the walking spoiler for your every evil thrill Count your sins I’m circling them all in red By December You’ll be begging I stayed in my head (yeah) [Verse 2] You sell souls on a payment plan I return them Signature “Petty Man” Kick your demons out the VIP Make ’em hold coats That’s light work to me (ha) You hide behind capes and corrupted crowns I Uber your secrets all over town Project your doubts on a giant screen Let the whole world watch your blooper reel scene [Chorus] This your year of the red mask Better run Every dark deed I’m naming it one by one (one by one) You wanted smoke Now you choking on your own bad prayers I’m the punchline coming for your worst nightmares This your year of the red mask Feel that chill I’m the walking spoiler for your every evil thrill Count your sins I’m circling them all in red By December You’ll be begging I stayed in my head (yeah) [Bridge] You hear steps in the hall? That’s me You feel breath on your neck? That’s me You thought this year was yours? That’s cute Check the credits Buddy Starring me Ending you (uh) [Chorus] This your year of the red mask Better run Every dark deed I’m naming it one by one (one by one) You wanted smoke Now you choking on your own bad prayers I’m the punchline coming for your worst nightmares This your year of the red mask Feel that chill I’m the walking spoiler for your every evil thrill Count your sins I’m circling them all in red By December You’ll be wishing I left you for dead (what?)

