| Saw you in the woods again
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| Sneaking like a rat
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| Sick pleasure on your mind
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| Got you in my trap
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| Hiding, creeping, think you’re safe
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| Feel like you’re superior
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| That’s not the way I see it
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| I’ll show you the meaning of fear
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| Strung up and gutted is what
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| You are going to be
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| A trophy on my wall for eternity
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| The chase, a prelude to the catch
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| I run you to the ground
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| A crudgel to the head
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| You’re bleeding and you’re bound
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| Consciousness returns, you’re being dragged away
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| A plea forms on your lips, my boot kicks it away
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| Strung up and gutted is what
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| You are going to be
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| A trophy on my wall for eternity
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| From the blackness you emerge
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| In my cellar you’re confined
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| Screaming, hanging upside down
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| Helpless, twisting, ropes entwined
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| Lead: Cutler
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| The knife punctures your abdomen
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| And cuts a trench down to your chin
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| Finally silent, mouth agape
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| Gut by gut, I eviscerate
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| The hunt did not go your way
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| You did not pass my test
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| Your head stares blankly down
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| On a plaque like all the rest
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| Strung up and gutted is what
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| You are going to be
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| A trophy on my wall for eternity |