You're the filthy creature
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Crouched in the shadows
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Of a street light
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Hunched over your catch
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Shit, she's barely alive
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Blood dried up and caked in her hair
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Her face just a bloody mess
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Just when you think you're gonna
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Finish the job
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Martha comes along
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Just to set things straight.
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Gaping mouth
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Full of razor-sharp teeth
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All seeing eyes
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She's staring you down.
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She shatters your skull
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In her vice-like grip
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She tears your head off
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Your victim gets sick
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Lucky for you she wasn't dead
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You just lost your head
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Your brains oozing out
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From between her fingers
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Your blood wets her lips.
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Grinning like an undertaker
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Ready to dress a corpse
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Grinning like an undertaker
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Ready to dress a corpse
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Grinning (Like An Undertaker)
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| The Accused |
