| At last a place to hide, I’m under pressure lately
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| I’m runnin' out of time, I look back as they chase me
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| Can’t see me in the darkness, at last I’ve made it through the night
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| Ritualistic carnage, at last I’ve made it through the night
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| Waddup my brothers and my sisters, come on
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| Let me tell ya everything that’s wrong, firstly I’m the camera man
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| Workin' alongside my wife, they call me Blake
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| For goodness sake what did I do to deserve this fate
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| The two of us in the desert do an investigation
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| Of the murder of the pregnant victim
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| They call her Jane Doe, found her on the rode yo
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| No one knows what truly happened to this girl though
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| That’s what we doin' here, tryin' to find the puppeteer that did this
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| So wicked, evil has tricken, I feel restricted
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| So lifted up, my insides are in knots twisted
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| I guess I’ll hide out while the plot thickens
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| Wait! |
| This diabolical state, devious traits
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| Of the one’s that think the end is at stake
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| They’re gonna pay, I promise I’ll slay
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| Every last one of 'em until the blood fucking sprays on my face
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| At last a place to hide, I’m under pressure lately
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| I’m runnin' out of time, I look back as they chase me
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| Can’t see me in the darkness, at last I’ve made it through the night
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| Ritualistic carnage, at last I’ve made it through the night |