you tried to cover your tracks
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but i caught on to you
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they found your ear in a jar,
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your bones in a bag,
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in the back of the room
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they pulled the snakes off your flesh,
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they were hungry for more.
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(hungry for more...hungry for more)
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you have had your last,
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all your sins are cleansed,
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no reason for you to go on.
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i put you to rest.
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Platonic Sleepover Massacre
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| The Bled |
