| Purr pussycat you have so many lives to live
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| Claws out dig deep and scratch away the skin
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| You know you own the night so go howl under the full moon
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| These streets are filled with killers and comic book goons
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| This is your life
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| Flashing before your eyes
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| All the riddles and rhymes
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| Echo in your mind
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| It looks as though the joke is on
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| Circling spirits, loom above the autopsies
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| Sinners and saints fail to communicate
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| Unforgiving eyes, confessions caught on tape
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| Wish me luck I’m going in never to return
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| This is your life
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| Flashing before your eyes
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| All the riddles and rhymes
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| Echo in your mind
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| It looks as though the joke is on you
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| As your blood runs cold
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| And the plot Thickens
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| Inside the mind of a killer
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| This could all be yours
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| Blood tests and x-rays are clear
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| Your results came back terminal
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| Nothing is saving you now
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| At your deathbed confessional
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| Nurses with baby doll eyes
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| Don’t bother to fake a smile
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| Voices of victims left dead
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| Echo like hospital halls
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| As you wipe your tears away
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| And the credits begin to roll
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| You will never be the same
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| Dead silence in your brain
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| Climactic and so cliche
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| Like love scenes in the rain
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| Silent film reel, horror pig squeals, a child’s nightmare (help me)
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| Meeting deadlines making headlines
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| And if you are a good girl I will set you free
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| I’m just kidding, none of its true, none of its true
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| From this lonely padded cell
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| To the crowded gates of hell |