(The)Spirit[Of]Halloween

Walking into spirit halloween
And seeing the man of your dreams
He stops and grabs a machete
And now he's walking up to me

Let me pretend that I'm in a slasher flick
One where the pretty girl dies the most gruesome death
At the hands of the killer whose eyes she kept
Right before she bled out through the hole in her head

It's hard to make it to the door
Crawling through the bodies on the floor
It's hard to make it to the door
Crawling through the bodies on the floor

A hand just grabbed my ankle
And pulled me back in for more
I'm bleeding I'm screaming
I just had a mental break in spirit halloween



Credits
Writer(s): Lydia Stomach
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