| Abducted by another freak of society
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| Two little pigs are snatched by the wolf
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| In this stone-cold reality
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| Tempted by the serpent in disguise
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| Poisoned by forbidden sweets
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| In a promised paradise
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| Built on lies
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| They are taken
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| Their hands tied to their backs
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| Their mouths taped shut
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| They awake in a concrete chamber
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| Stones instead of gingerbread
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| Two flies flew into a black sugar cobweb
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| By the scum of our own kind
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| This treacherous web has been spun
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| Numbed by fear they wait
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| For an aggressive hungry spider to appear
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| Too late to run away
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| They have been misled
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| No rooftop made of cake
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| No walls built of bread
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| Not even a glimpse of light
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| Is reaching inside
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| Neither from the sun
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| Nor from the moon
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| For there are no windows of clear sugar
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| Built in this dreary room
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| Thoughts of milk, pancakes with treacle
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| And warm beds draped with silk
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| A delicious promise has been broken
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| And the intention behind is of a malicious kind
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| This is no fairytale house
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| Surrounded by caramel flowers
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| In a chocolate garden of confectionary trees
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| This is the residence of a deranged psychopath
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| Who truly believes to be possessed
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| By a craft of witchery
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| He kills children in the name of a witch
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| A demonic voice compels him
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| To wander as a friendly clown
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| Searching in every town
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| Until fresh victims are found
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| The voice of the witch
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| Spits venomous words in his head
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| It can only be silenced
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| When the infants are dead
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| Her ghost slithers
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| Like black fog down the chimney at night
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| Only he can see this tormenting parasite
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| Dragging the children from the cellar
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| Into a room equipped for ritual sacrifice
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| The walls are blotched with religious symbols
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| To glorify an infernal paradise
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| He locks the girl up in an iron cage
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| To witness her young brother’s death
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| Now she will hear all his screams
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| Until he draws his last breath
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| The serial killer shackles the boy to the floor
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| Upon the sign of the witch
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| The children scream
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| «No more!»
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| «Shut the fuck up
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| I will now take his precious little life»
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| Whispering unholy rhymes
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| While holding a black-hilted knife
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| And he stabs like a maniac
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| Because the witch gave permission
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| To mutilate the child beyond recognition |