| Farmland in the middle of nowhere
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| They run their car till it’s dead
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| The smell of shit fills the air
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| Farmland as far as the eyes can see
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| Popping the hood with no clue of what to do
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| She knows he doesn’t have the slightest clue just from his eyes
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| He goes to find help, tells her to wait in the car
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| Miles pass, he sees the light he’s looking for
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| Three swift knocks at the door, when she answers
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| He sees with surprise, an old woman with kindness in her eyes
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| «My car is dead down the road, can we get some help?»
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| «Come right in, son. |
| We’ll see what we can do
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| Pa comes down, whispers in her ear
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| Total mood change just that fast
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| They get the truck
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| They return and say
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| «We insist you stay for some supper»
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| They dig in, unknowing what’s to come
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| Waves of black flash over their eyes
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| He falls as he tries to stand up
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| «We've spiked your drinks, now you’re fucking dead»
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| He wakes up tied down to a bed, screams from the next room
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| There’s nowhere to run
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| Suddenly the screams stop with a thud
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| Suddenly the door opens with grandma
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| Holding his love’s head in her hands
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| She moves it up and down his body
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| With a new look in her eyes
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| Screams come from his mouth
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| Pa comes in and cuts his tongue out
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| Love fills the air as they both cut him up
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| When they’re done they throw him in a tub
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| «Take him to the barn, feed him to the pigs!»
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| His living body; |
| being eaten away
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| Whithering sweet nothings in each others' ears
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| Hugging and kissing until he’s good and dead
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| Hugging and kissing until he’s good and dead |