Trapped
You see them running, but there's no way out
I'm gonna snap their necks, and hang them upside down
Watch their blood fill the floor
Mutilated bodies hanging by hooks and chords
My hair stands as I get them alone
My knife rips through flesh and cracking bone
Their screams are like music to me
Their death is that of malevolent obscurity
(I'm trapped)
I'm gonna snap their necks, and hang them upside down
Watch their blood fill the floor
Mutilated bodies hanging by hooks and chords
My hair stands as I get them alone
My knife rips through flesh and cracking bone
Their screams are like music to me
Their death is that of malevolent obscurity
(I'm trapped)
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Writer(s): David James Wolinski
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