A Show To Die For
Grip of deathmortal red
watch the blood pool 'round your head.
The crowd applauds
I take a bow
they stand to see whos dead now.
Face to face
next to you I lay
The voices in my head scream out foul play.
Wake up wake up
the crowd wants more
one more act to even the score.
Bit by bit
peice by peice
my knives are dull to say the least.
The crowd is silent
don't make a sound
is it dark underground?
Next time I see you
you can bet
I'll give you a show you won't forget.
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