| Flee from the butchers, into the night
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| Weeds tangle around you, the moon the only light
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| You can hear their screams, echo in the air
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| Your friends are being slaughtered but you can’t afford to care
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| Run for your life
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| Hide from your death
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| Into the night
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| Your blood-streaked goose-flesh, quivers in fear
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| A shadow starts to move, could it be they’re drawing near?
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| The chill in the night air, cuts straight through to the bone
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| You hear the chainsaw’s rumble and you know you’re not alone
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| Run for your life
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| Hide from your death
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| Into the night
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| Naked, screaming and covered in blood
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| There’s no one there to help you, no one even could
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| Naked, screaming and covered in blood
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| You will meet your death, alone in the woods
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| Naked, screaming, and covered in blood
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| Captured by the butchers, dragged back to their home
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| To watch your friends all tortured, and hear their breaking bones
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| Chained to the table, you scream as they gather 'round
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| And as they close in you, you know you won’t be found
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| Naked, screaming and covered in blood
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| There’s no one there to help you, no one even could
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| Naked, screaming and covered in blood
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| You meet your death, alone in the woods
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| Naked, screaming and covered in blood |