Don't you know I'm a villain? Every night I'm out killin', sending everyone running like children? I know why you're mad at me. I've got demons eyes and they're looking right through your anatomy. Into your deepest fears. Baby, I'm not from here; I'm from the Nightosphere. To me you're clear, transparent. You got a thing for me. It's apparent.
Fifteen years of big dreams. Fifteen years of walking down the street. Fifteen years of fanboying. Fifteen years of being a good person, selfless and studious.