Casey's Theme
Bleeding wrists
Dark, cold synths
Red, bold print
Blood clot mints
Sharpened knives
Drunken wives
Gutted seams
This is casey's theme
The voices speak my mind
And if you try to hide
I'll be the one to find
Sneak up from behind
My mother hates my face
She says im father's paint
The family disgrace
Just another one to hate
But i don't give a shit
And i never really did
I only care about their blood
And of them, getting rid
Im the cleanser
The clean
A carpenter
No beams
A fixer stitching seams
In this wretched scheme
Ill slice you, ill cut you
Ill rip you up in shreds
You'll beg me for your life
While your flesh is draped in lead
This steel caress your neck
Like you're the newly wed
Blood under your mattress
With your body on the bed
Im a sinner, a demon
Satan isn't shit
You should fear casey
When im chewing on your ribs
Im a fallen angel, except i never fell
Nor was i an angel, i was born to create hell
See, im special, i was never gifted soul
Instead i got a bottomless and void empty hole
My advice to you is that you better run fast
You can pray all you want but god's head is in my bag
Cut me, gut me
Watch my stomach bleed
Hurt me all you want
But you cannot run from me
Im the stalker in your nightmare
Im the nightmare in your sleep
Im the monster in your closet
Im the krueger in your dreams
Bleeding wrists
Dark, cold synths
Red, bold print
Blood clot mints
Sharpened knives
Drunken wives
Gutted seams
This is casey's theme
Dark, cold synths
Red, bold print
Blood clot mints
Sharpened knives
Drunken wives
Gutted seams
This is casey's theme
The voices speak my mind
And if you try to hide
I'll be the one to find
Sneak up from behind
My mother hates my face
She says im father's paint
The family disgrace
Just another one to hate
But i don't give a shit
And i never really did
I only care about their blood
And of them, getting rid
Im the cleanser
The clean
A carpenter
No beams
A fixer stitching seams
In this wretched scheme
Ill slice you, ill cut you
Ill rip you up in shreds
You'll beg me for your life
While your flesh is draped in lead
This steel caress your neck
Like you're the newly wed
Blood under your mattress
With your body on the bed
Im a sinner, a demon
Satan isn't shit
You should fear casey
When im chewing on your ribs
Im a fallen angel, except i never fell
Nor was i an angel, i was born to create hell
See, im special, i was never gifted soul
Instead i got a bottomless and void empty hole
My advice to you is that you better run fast
You can pray all you want but god's head is in my bag
Cut me, gut me
Watch my stomach bleed
Hurt me all you want
But you cannot run from me
Im the stalker in your nightmare
Im the nightmare in your sleep
Im the monster in your closet
Im the krueger in your dreams
Bleeding wrists
Dark, cold synths
Red, bold print
Blood clot mints
Sharpened knives
Drunken wives
Gutted seams
This is casey's theme
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