| Lying on the floor I realize my fate
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| I’ve become victim, I’ve become hate
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| How did this horrible night come to be
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| Piece by piece it comes after me
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| It catches up and grabs my throat
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| All I see is the head of a goat
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| It’s sharpened fingers slice my face
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| The catch is better than the chase
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| It comes after me
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| Running from the goathead
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| Blood in my eyes, I cannot see
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| Black heart chaser
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| Terror races through my mind
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| Running from the goathead
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| I run with it behind… me
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| Hallways that are long and dark
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| Scratching walls, looking for a door
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| The burns and cuts have left their mark
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| I see others have come before
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| What kind of fate did they meet
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| This evil place cries for more
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| With brutal weapons all are beat
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| To live I must come to the fore
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| Running from the goathead
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| Running from the goathead
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| Running from the goathead |