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His hand spells death |
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He breathes his vile breath |
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No way you can stop him once he's out |
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He hauts you sleep |
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In the tub he hides down deep |
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He rips your face and no one hears you shout[CHORUS] |
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He's come for you, what will you do |
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He'll slash you and rip you and cut you in two |
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His teeth are black |
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Flex metal knuckles with a crack |
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Maggots crawling all throughout his skin |
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He'll get them all |
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Everyone will hear his call |
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When the razors grip beneath their chin[CHORUS-MOSH PART] |
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As the blood begins to splat |
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On his sweater and his hat |
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His rotted mouth smiles as you die |
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His color's red and green |
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His skin's not what it seems |
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He rips at it and tears off his own flesh[CHORUS] |