I
don't understand, what's that look on your face
you
look terrified, all ashen and white
are
you uncomfortable here at my place
there
anything special you need me to do
give
me some reassurance that you're all right
I'm
selfish and I have wonderful plans for you
gonna
torture, tease and choke you 'til you're blue
need
help living out the sick thoughts in my head
need
an unwilling victim, can you guess who
seems
you didn't hear a single thing I said
during
the time I've been talking, you've been dead
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