Infernal Youth

You can scream, sweet Holly
Just like Alice did when
Cropsey said
No one floats down here

No pain is no gain
Every tear and every stain
From cradle to table
I'm carving out my name

Always kiss, never tell

Even deeper down the tunnel goes
Claw marks drag across tattered clothes
The Willowbrook turned catacomb
Overtime as the case goes cold
The children never grow old



Credits
Writer(s): Cryptic Splatter
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