Final Girl

Turn on the lights, I'm scared of the dark
I'm scared of your brain, I'm scared of your heart
But I'll tear your soul apart.
Tear off my flesh, pull out my veins
When we're awake we're so different
But when we're asleep we're the same

If I be your Marionette will you be my final girl?
And If I run, will you fall?
And I phone will you answer the call?
Even if it's from the inside of the house?

Sydney, Nancy, Laurie, Reagan
Nothing could compare
Prom dress, Night dress, Blood soaked success
It's just something that we share.
Freddie, Jason, Michael, Satan
It's just my cross my bare.
Look out your window, out past the bed sheets I promise I'll be there



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Wood
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