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That little bastard |
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with his tricks and vile forms of play |
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hacking shaving slicing mutillating |
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all that gets before him or that gets in his way. |
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coming around down the stairs |
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the wood cracked beneath my feet |
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my hand slid across the rail |
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collecting dust on my fingertips |
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then i came into a dark room |
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that smelled of wet stone and many years |
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and there was a robotic retard |
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with a blank empty stare |
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it was a little android man |
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half the size that i am |
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scissors on his head |
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scissors on his fucking head! |
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Little android man |
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born without a soul |
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without that force of reason |
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the scissors took control |
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Little android man |
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born without a heart |
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if he's in your vicinity he'll cut you apart! |
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Here he comes |
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there's no time it's just a game |
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Don't look back he's right behind |
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and here's your piece of mind. |
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Cut! Cut! Cut Cut! |
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Cut! Cut! Cut Cut! |
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Little android man |
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born without a soul |
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without the voice of reason the scissors took control! |
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Little android man |
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born without a heart |
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anything in his vicinty he'll cut you apart. |
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robotic retard counts his fingers |
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1 2 3 4 |
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Little android man |
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never never never trust a... |
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little android man |
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he'll cut cut cut cut! |
