lunes, 3 de mayo de 2010


Blood in the cradle, guess your baby's dead
The boogie man came and chopped off its head
Knots in the noose, baby duck, duck, goose
White knuckle paranoia, the
stitches coming loose

Now you scream in horror
But there's no need to bother
So raise your hands up high
Reach for the sky, motherfucker, die

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