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You've bought yourself a house in hell, sweetie-pie.
Pull on the skin of a sinking traitor,
Stretch a new mask over yourself,
Blade in hand, you bade them farewell.
Makeshift graveyard, suicide cemetery,
Why do I tell you the tales that I do?
Fearless fables to make your blood run cold,
Lucifer's got my back.
Vivid, wild, red, slashes,
Mocking you as you bleed out,
Sorry, I am,
Sorry, I'm not.
Where do you think you're going?
This is wrong, so fucking wrong!
I'm scared, mummy, take me home,
I'm going to die, daddy, don't leave!
Innocence is long gone for those that live around here,
You've bought yourself a house in hell, sweetie-pie,
Why so glum?
It's cheery 'round here!
We paint walls with the blood of the bitches that harm us,
We cut up their corpses and feed 'em to the animals,
We're not savage, sugar, just deranged,
Here, decapitation is the latest sensation.
Run, run, as fast as you can,
You can't catch me I'm th-
Looks like we've got another.
Let's hope this one won't leak all the way back home.