Waiting in a corner standing.
Playing out the best case.
Your pleasure is nearing.
Hunt them.
Get away.
Hurt them.
In a moment madness reeling.
There
the innocence dying.
Hunt them.
Get away.
Hurt them.
Nothing Breathes inside...
Nothing Lives inside...
Sickening cries call out.
Begging to be released,
only to find,
they
Hunt them.
Get away.
Hurt them.
Nothing Breathes inside...
Nothing Lives inside...(x 2)
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