| «You don’t want to go in there», is all the officer said
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| His face pale as the dead
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| The ride-along saw white grow on his head
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| Hand on his clip, cold metal on his hip
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| Thinking of wasting, that monster
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| Sat so close you could spit
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| This is no man, no man could do this
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| Heartless
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| This is no man
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| Gentle grace, met with violence (Met with violence)
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| In this dark place, I feel your silence
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| Stared at the window on the right
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| Winter air and the fear of what was inside, sent shivers down his spine
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| That flashing red light
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| The young men, found comfort in the stars
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| Taking his mind off homicide, walked up the path through the yard
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| The door stood ajar
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| He stepped, hesitantly, into the dark
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| Just then another ran past him, eyes wide, hands clasped to his face
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| Shoved him into the wall as the first spray escaped
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| The remainder of the vomit planted in the garden
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| Pointed to the first door on the right
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| That same flashing red light
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| No man, no man could do this
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| Gentle grace, met with violence (Met with violence)
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| In this dark place, I feel your silence
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| He gathered his courage, tried not to think of what he was about to see
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| Tried to not visualize a child of three
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| Running into the first door on the right
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| Hoping to stop the fight!
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| Red on the walls
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| Red on the presents
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| Her angelic head, left blood and fragments
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| Red on the tree
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| Red on her fleece
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| He put her down as she tried to flee
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| We are all given a chance to be free
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| I will be better than my father before me!
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| Gentle grace, met with violence (Met with violence)
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| In this dark place, I feel your silence
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| (I feel it haunting me)
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| That little girl was his redeeming grace
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| (I feel it haunting me)
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| The thing to help him forget the misery
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| (I feel it haunting me)
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| 'Cause he was never shown it
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| (I feel it haunting me)
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| He spat in its face
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| (I feel it haunting me)
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| Now this brave young one lays cold
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| (I feel it haunting me)
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| Planted under a tree
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| (I feel it haunting me)
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| Given no chance to grow old
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| (I feel it haunting me) |