| I see a distant light
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| My blood is running cold
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| Smell of destruction
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| Madman’s obsession
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| No one can hear my calls
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| I feel a whipser grazing me
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| House of fear, in the lair of the beast
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| For the dressmaker, I’m a simple piece
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| A prey of the carver
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| …of human skin…
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| My hands are strongly tied
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| Amd I’m screaming out to die
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| I smell his dirty breath
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| His eyes are filled with death
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| Mortal destruction, with no salvation
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| The hangman is by my side
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| I feel a whipser grazing me
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| House of fear, in the lair of the beast
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| For the dressmaker, I’m a simple piece
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| A prey of the carver
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| …of human skin…
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| I can hear a sound
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| He drags me across the floor
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| I feel a blade cuts my flesh
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| Hurting me more, more and more…
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| Don’t worry, I will finish my work…
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| Smell of destruction
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| Madman’s obsession
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| No one can hear my calls
|
| I feel a whipser grazing me
|
| House of fear, in the lair of the beast
|
| For the dressmaker, I’m a simple piece
|
| A prey of the carver
|
| …of human skin… |