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Purr pussycat you have so many lives to live |
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Claws out dig deep and scratch away the skin |
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You know you own the night so go howl under the full moon |
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These streets are filled with killers and comic book goons |
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Chorus: This is your life, flashing before your eyes |
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All the riddles and rhymes, echo in your mind |
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It looks as though the joke is on you, as your blood runs cold and the plot |
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Thickens, inside the mind of a killer, this could all be yours |
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Circling spirits, loom above the autopsies |
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Sinners and saints fail to communicate |
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Unforgiving eyes, confessions caught on tape |
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Wish me luck im going in never to return |
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Blood tests and x-rays are clear, your results came back terminal |
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Nothing is saving you now, at your deathbed confessional |
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Nurses with baby doll eyes, don't bother to fake a smile |
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Voices of victims left dead, echo like hospital halls |
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As you wipe your tears away, and the credits begin to roll |
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You will never be the same, dead silence in your brain |
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Climactic and so cliche, like love scenes in the rain |
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Silent film reel, horror pig squeals, a child's nightmare- help me |
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Meeting deadlines making headlines |
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And if you are a good girl i will set you free |
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I'm just kidding, none of its true |
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From this lonely padded cell |
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To the crowded gates of hell |
