look out - he follows you, follows gentle
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took his might from your blood
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guarded at your homedoor
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as a child you felt his greed
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behind stack and darkened doors - he could be
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slipping in shadows on and on - he is teacherous
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... is it an animal? dust over the bay
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... is it him? Darkman behind the tree
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now he got you - now you are wreck and slave!
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no vanity fight - you feel the razor as it cuts your vein
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this tower will kill you - the serial infanticide
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covered with glory - blissful
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only one look - you feel like a worm
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you shrink, the door is closed - no escape
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you shreak with pain
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you have words - he is deaf
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his eyes shine glowing fire
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fight and pain is true real
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drop-shaped blood you hardly feel
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his black work like a shredder
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Serial Infanticide
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