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Sardonic laughers, sick lullabies,
We'll make you pay for all your sins,
With hatred, madness in our eyes.
Welcome to the room 259,
We'll enjoy to see you dyin',
In a comfy, bloody bed,
Well, darling, that's the price for lyin' !
"I just want to see what you've got inside,
You're so pretty on the outside,
I promise you,
Your stomach will be sew,
It will look like new."
In that corner,
A pretty girl is crying,
Fallen on her knees,
To God she's praying,
Screaming out her lungs,
For forgiveness she's begging.
Nobody can't save her now, even God
We have no mercy, we'll love to spill her blood,
We'll rip off her skin to see,
Now how beautiful she can be,
How many hearts she will break again?
We've got nothing to gain,
But it doesn't matter,
We like to make them suffer,
And forever we'll stay alive,
To punish them, to make justice,
Their heads to cleave,
The revenge for the betrayed ones we will bring.
A dying men is crawling on the floor,
He's screaming blood,
While is trying to get to the door.
But he won't get that far,
Because we chopped his leg,
Let's see now who's the lame,
Who's the one with the plague?
We poured acid on his face,
We burst into laugh watching his bloody trace.
Welcome to the room 259,
We'll love to see you sufferin',
Drown you in blood,
Hang you by a gut,
Everything will be alright.
We'll make you pay for all your sins,
With hatred, madness in our eyes.
Welcome to the room 259,
We'll enjoy to see you dyin',
In a comfy, bloody bed,
Well, darling, that's the price for lyin' !
"I just want to see what you've got inside,
You're so pretty on the outside,
I promise you,
Your stomach will be sew,
It will look like new."
In that corner,
A pretty girl is crying,
Fallen on her knees,
To God she's praying,
Screaming out her lungs,
For forgiveness she's begging.
Nobody can't save her now, even God
We have no mercy, we'll love to spill her blood,
We'll rip off her skin to see,
Now how beautiful she can be,
How many hearts she will break again?
We've got nothing to gain,
But it doesn't matter,
We like to make them suffer,
And forever we'll stay alive,
To punish them, to make justice,
Their heads to cleave,
The revenge for the betrayed ones we will bring.
A dying men is crawling on the floor,
He's screaming blood,
While is trying to get to the door.
But he won't get that far,
Because we chopped his leg,
Let's see now who's the lame,
Who's the one with the plague?
We poured acid on his face,
We burst into laugh watching his bloody trace.
Welcome to the room 259,
We'll love to see you sufferin',
Drown you in blood,
Hang you by a gut,
Everything will be alright.
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It took me a week to wrote it,but I love it
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