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He killed the young and tortured the old.

He killed the young and tortured the old.

This man I knew before, he killed the young and tortured the old
His eyes were white as snow, but the lies he wrote, were the sins he sold
Fortunes he sowed
Fortunes he sowed
He killed the young and tortured the old!

Listen to the creek in the chair as the corner of the room comes closer
With slight movement, grey hair, and a grin that my pulsating heart trembled
The hard wooden floor grew into my feet and I couldn't breathe for it was Lucifer
He came in enemy form to seal the deal as my weakened vessel crumbled

Fear is controlling, the belly of the beast is crawling
For me to sell my soul, I was the sick and twisted fallen
I feel a cold tear cascading, telling me that I'm normal
The piercing into my soul and the guilt he has taken

This man I knew before, he killed the young and tortured the old
His eyes were white as snow, but the lies he wrote, were the sins he sold
Fortunes he sowed
Fortunes he sowed
He killed the young and tortured the old!

For the flames start to rise and he begins to fantasize
Would it be wrong of me to think, my life is now on the darkside
The storm is whistling for I hear the sound of wind chimes
He consumed me, fulfilled me, I pleaded with him, but now...
He tortures me
Now I struggle to breathe
Now he tortures me...

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