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He looks at you and me, you know he's on your trail |
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Trapped on a darkened one way street, body functions about to fail |
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Nowhere left to run, now you see the eyes of death |
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Satan's riding hard, he's breathing down your neck |
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Hell's breath |
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Panic fills your body with fear, you scream for help, but no one hears |
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He's closer, you sense that he is near |
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Blood is dripping down your face in tears |
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Nowhere left to hide, you see the eyes of death |
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Satan's riding hard, he's breathing down your neck |
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Hell's breath |
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Satan's day and you must pay and you become his slave |
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Burning fire, that mere desire, flashbacks in the grave |
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Broken bones, clashing moans, slice you to your death |
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Broken neck, immediate death, your lung's last breath |
