Pretty bimbo, run for your life, but high heels won’t help you run so fast
Trip, over, fall on your face and eat the dirt
Here, he comes, the stalking shadow gets closer to you
In your world, undead butchers, don’t drive axes through empty skulls
Too bad, for you, he doesn’t know there’s nothing there
A rusty blade, fucked up your make-up and your face.
released July 10, 2014
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