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The scene is a slaughter. Another young female cadaver. |
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The boys tapped up the scene. This couldn't be imagined in your darkest dreams. |
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Sgt., this job's not cut out for me. My daughter just turned eighteen. |
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I must keep her from this beast. Must keep her from. Slow down boy. |
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Your monster is still on the streets. And yet we don't have shit but these bloody limbs. |
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This curse is all of me. They might think that daddy had his way with me. |
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Or mother never said I love you. My father is a scholar. And my mothers a saint. |
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The truth is. Forever came crashing when I said I do. Your girl is safe with me. |
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Bound and bleeding the way they all should be. And all I've heard is daddy save me please. |
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Confess to the father. This blood on your hands will burn your soul. You've lost control. |
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The moment you cut her. You look to the sky with eyes half closed. |
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I'm letting go. I'll kill you, you bastard! Don't touch a hair on my daughter. |
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I'll find out where you sleep. You think your sick. I'll show you a ****ing beast. |
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The church is where we meet. Twenty flat or she'll die you see. |
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Your only chance to stop this bleeding disease. Mom should've aborted me. |
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And so my dear your end is finally near. It's a shame you have her blonde hair. |
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Confess to the father. This blood on your hands will burn your soul. You've lost control. |
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The moment you cut her. You look the the sky with eyes half closed. you let him go. |
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You've poisoned my brother. The thoughts that we think have made us whole. |
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Now I'm letting go. Requiem of the fallen dove and the murderous twin. Funeral hymn. |
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Sings detective the killers within. |
