| Uh, from the dark side of the night time I’ll be creeping
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| Nocturnal child of the night, day time come I’m asleep then
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| In the six feet deep holding the Earth literally speaking
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| I’m underground with the glowing eyes and demon not leaving
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| My soul right here is not for the eating
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| These voices are taking the price
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| Of my life within reach of a butcher knife
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| You know how to kill them right
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| Stop asking me questions
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| If I can get out all the voices and ignoring any suggestions
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| Sick and I’m about to clean the blood from all the bodies
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| With nine inch knife, threading needles and
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| Never one DVD, face paint, kill kill, kill shit
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| Psychopathic lunatic
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| Who’s in this head of mine
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| Won’t you leave me alone tonight
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| I ain’t looking for a fight
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| I’m just trying to get high or get drunk
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| Now somebody dead in the front seat
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| And the trunk and the sun coming up
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| With their blood soaked faces and my own glowing eyes
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| (And just the sight of them can make you feel paralyzed)
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| When the night turns day
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| Time to change back to your other disguise
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| (You hear them echoing, these voices got you hypnotized)
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| Don’t Stop! | 
| Telling me to kill them!
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| Unh-Stop! | 
| Showing me the victim!
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| Why?! | 
| Why won’t you leave me alone?
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| If I could kill you then you would be dead and gone
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| Don’t Stop! | 
| Telling me to kill them!
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| Unh-Stop! | 
| Showing me the victim!
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| Why?! | 
| Why won’t you leave me alone?
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| If I could kill you then you would be dead and gone
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| I got to paint floor, give me the chainsaw
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| Looking to maim all of people who late call
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| Laugh when the day falls
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| I’m not a killer but I’m coming from same cloth
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| That’s any serial killer get name off
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| Please don’t let me out of bedroom tonight
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| Regardless of what I say or what I sound like
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| I got a head full of murder and violence I can’t control
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| And a mind full of voice that are telling me where to go
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| I’ll end up in your bedroom with my hand around your throat
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| And what happens after that, well you know
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| Bodies obliterated, chopped up, incinerated
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| Not a single trace, all completly eliminated
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| Not sure why that happens but the voices are telling me
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| To keep on chop, hack and stab it
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| And I really can’t believe it
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| I haven’t been caught in the action
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| I just want it all to leave
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| It gets worse when you’re asking
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| It’s my fatal attraction
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| With their blood soaked faces and my own glowing eyes
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| (And just the sight of them can make you feel paralyzed)
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| When the night turns day time
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| You change back to your other disguise
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| (You hear them echoing, these voices got you hypnotized)
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| Don’t Stop! | 
| Telling me to kill them!
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| Unh-Stop! | 
| Showing me the victim!
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| Why?! | 
| Why won’t you leave me alone?
 | 
| If I could kill you then you would be dead and gone
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| Don’t Stop! | 
| Telling me to kill them!
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| Unh-Stop! | 
| Showing me the victim!
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| Why?! | 
| Why won’t you leave me alone?
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| If I could kill you then you would be dead and gone |