| You cannot even envision in the darkest cataclysms
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| Of your f**king mind as its throws you into aneurysms
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| It’s got your blood clotting and your f**king veins rotting
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| The very sound of my name has got you grave plotting
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| Cause I was brought into this wold up on a mission
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| And a voodoo ritual got my f**king ass up and kicking
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| And high stepping bout to turn this bitch red
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| Coming up out the ground just like the return of the living dead
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| I’m feigning for your brains and I’m as sick as the fever
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| Try to f**k with a monster you better leave it to beaver
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| Cause I’m coming for your life you been marked by the beast
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| I’m going to eat your f**king soul so be prepared to be deceased
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| Close your eyes turn around
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| And say my name
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| A drop of blood on the ground
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| For every drop of pain
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| No turning back now it’s done
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| Everything is said
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| I am evil
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| I am pain
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| I am the PunkinHed
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| Thirty seven years cold and resting in the pieces
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| Skin falling off the bone and maggots stuck in the creases
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| Got me feeling pissed off and on some whole other level
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| Now I’m summoned from hell to do the work of the devil
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| A crucifix in my pocket from another place and time
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| I was found but now I’m lost
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| I could see but now I’m blind
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| Blinded to the fact I’ll never walk inside the light
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| Now i wait inside the darkness til I’m called out by the night
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| I’m a f**king nursery rhyme on the school playground
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| Jumping rope throwing rocks little kids play round
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| Screaming out my name pray not to wake up dead
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| Put a cross on your front door to keep away the Punkinhed
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| Cross my heart and hope to die
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| Please stick a needle in my eye
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| To keep me blinded to the sight
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| When PunkinHed appears tonight |