Your backronym is Fearful Undying Crying Killer!
I can’t believe that you did that!
I can’t believe that you’d do that!
I can’t believe, I can’t believe, I can’t believe, I can’t believe, in you anymore!

Who are you seriously?
Who are you in reality?
Why don’t you just run away?
No one wants to see your face!

I have always thought of you
In the highest regards.
I have always seen you
Through those scars.

Blood will fall
If you don’t see
That you are you
And I am me.

Try to run and I will follow.
Try to hide and I will find you.
Try to try and you’ll try to die,
Because as a fly, you are small. (Small insects will die!)

Our plight is sorrow,
In the Dead’s Hallowed Grounds.
We’ll fly through the night
As our wings rot from necrosis.

I’ve become awake to the world,
You’ve become dead to me,
Live through others,
Maybe they’ll set you free.

Tonight we’ll fly,
Fly into the night.
Cry over death,
Smile over strife.

And we’ll live for real,
And die for fake,
Because as enemies,
We’re friends today.

For sure you know,
Our plight is sorrow.
In the Dead’s Hallowed Grounds,
We’ll fly through the night,
As our wings rot from necrosis.

I’ve become awake,
And you’ve become dead.
In our fall we will suffer,
And fall from our beds.

To the ground we will flock,
And to the ground we will become.
My word, how you’ve grown,
And my word you will see.

We were Valentine’s Dead.
Our world is real,
We once were fake,
We now are true.

Inside the dead,
And inside the test,
We have ruined our limbs,
But now we can rest.