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Patricia Lutz, aged 20, |
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Baltimore, |
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Maryland Hollywood bound in 1983 |
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Leaving trashed marriage behind, budding happy full of life |
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The city of sun and sin, the journey to hell begins |
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Robin D Waters impersonator of the homed one |
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Cloaked in black, shaved head, ringleader of misguided youths |
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Community of misfits surrogate family |
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Drugs and mindgames at |
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St. Griffith |
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Park Observatory |
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He had made his choice, |
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Patricia was the one |
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He took her by her hand and led her down |
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His private hell, caught in his command |
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Patricia Lutz took death by its cold hand |
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She would give him a son, the child of |
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Satan She now had shaved her young head clean |
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His offspring growing for each day |
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In the womb of |
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Patricia his darkness queen |
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Angel dusted flashed-out wedding |
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Midnight hour, black magic shop |
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One hundred black candles lit |
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By his hand the hour glass would stop |
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Psycho power, thought control |
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At day time waitress down the coffee place |
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The letters home but millions of riddles |
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At night time she'd prostitute herself |
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Acid hell more money craves |
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The hold up fails, the misfits flee |
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Refuse to be their federate slaves |
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It's time to fulfill their destiny |
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St. Griffith |
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Park Observatory |
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Midnight hour, a pscychos last stand |
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The world is for fools and hell is awaiting |
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A shiny .38 in a fragile woman's hand |
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Just one shot, it's all so easy |
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All will be well just aim at the head |
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Look into the eyes, the eyes of eachother |
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Just press that trigger and you're dead |
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Six years would pass, a |
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Sunday came |
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Sun bleached skulls laid to rest |
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Patricia White |
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Bones |