Not Dead Nightmare On Elm Street Tribute
I’m filled with this feeling of dread
now I see what’s been created.
Through doubt now regenerated
Freddy’s not dead, Freddy’s not dead.
It’s hearing the crash on repeat,
stuck inside the fire’s smoke and heat.
Saved from becoming so much meat
dream skills defeat, dream skills defeat.
Able woman maintains power
‘til her arm’s sliced with a glower.
Anguish is raised even higher
the wrongful hour, the wrongful hour.
Should never have laid down in bed,
should have guzzled coffee instead.
I’m filled with this feeling of dread
Freddy’s not dead, Freddy’s not dead.
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