Purr pussycat you have so many lives to live
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Claws out dig deep and scratch away the skin
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You know you own the night so go howl under the full moon
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These streets are filled with killers and comic book goons
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Chorus:
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This is your life, flashing before your eyes
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All the riddles and rhymes, echo in your mind
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It looks as though the joke is on you, as your blood runs cold and the plot Thickens, inside the mind of a killer, this could all be yours
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Circling spirits, loom above the autopsies
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Sinners and saints fail to communicate
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Unforgiving eyes, confessions caught on tape
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Wish me luck im going in never to return
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Blood tests and x-rays are clear, your results came back terminal
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Nothing is saving you now, at your deathbed confessional
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Nurses with baby doll eyes, don't bother to fake a smile
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Voices of victims left dead, echo like hospital halls
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As you wipe your tears away, and the credits begin to roll
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You will never be the same, dead silence in your brain
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Climactic and so cliche, like love scenes in the rain
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Silent film reel, horror pig squeals, a child's nightmare- help me
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Meeting deadlines making headlines
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And if you are a good girl i will set you free
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I'm just kidding, none of its true
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From this lonely padded cell
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To the crowded gates of hell
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Silent Film
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