Let the Right One In
Låt Den Rätta Komma
In
Mom... Dad...
Is there such thing as evil?
Bandage up your cut,
Watch the innocent suffer in
tragedy.
You need to invite me in,
But you don't say a thing...
As it enters the residence,
And bleeds out all her sins.
A dying hand pleads for help,
Violently murdered and bloody,
You reach out... Grab the
doorknob,
And embrace the monster. A
killer.
A brother's vengeance, an eye for
an ear,
The fire is burning, distracting...
Helpless and drowning.
Just in time, the demon is a
savior.
Stow away in a trunk,
Leave this godforsaken place.
Knocking in codes...
Eat some now, save some for
later...
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