| 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
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| 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
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| me please
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| Confess to the father. |
| This blood on your hands will burn your soul.
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| 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 fucking
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| 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.
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| You’ve lost control
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| The moment you cut her. |
| You look the the sky with eyes half closed.
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| 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.
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| Funeral hymn
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| Sings detective the killers within |