The Rancid Horror of Who?
The horror
The rancid horror
It's glowing in your eyes
The bloody mess of thoughts are pooring in your mind
The criminal thats within you has come out to play
With all the little children passing by
You pick out a sertain one
The one that is as old as you
The one that is the prettiest
You take her to that hay loft just to torture her
To scare her
Just to plunge a knife in her
She screams in terror
But no one hears her
No one will come to her rescue
And just remember that girls face when you slashed her throat
The look of horror
The look of terror
And the look of fear
And just remember who you saw
Because the who you saw was me.
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