There she goes outside my house
Like in my dreams
Like in her nightmares
I understand why she’s running away from me
Because if I had her next to me
I would hold her in the palm of my hand
And only I could imagine the things I would do if only I could claim her and do as I wish
I chase her down the road, down the streets
Tracing her tracks, tracing her footprints into the woodlands
If I could see anything more than her shadows passing the trees then I would be in control of this situation
I just saw her jump over the lake
And if I’m correct if she tends to slip and drown into the lake
Then everything will be complete
Be complete
Don’t turn around, he’s right behind you
And he will take everything that he’s ever wanted
He’s getting closer and closer to feed on his daughters death
He will find you
And he will take everything that he’s come to accomplish
So I ask that you must run faster and faster
Pray for your life
Pray for your life
Pray for your life
Please don’t take me away
There’s only one survivor left in my family
And I will not obey your words, anymore
As I witness her crawling behind that tree
I can see her but she can’t see me
As my hands are reaching closer I can grab her feet
And now I shall make her my abomination
Dragging her face across the filthy forest floors
Pulling her by the leg into the middle of the road
I smash her in the nose with her fingers on the door
And throw her up onto the table
I will retrace the bloodlines of this family
Across your soft flesh
Memories breed memories
I can’t wait to see your face ripped and slashed
Your mouth will be torn like the jaws of a bear trap
This doesn’t have to be as difficult as you are making it
Open your eyes
Look directly at me
And tell me what you see
Everything that is so regretful!
Please don’t take me away
There’s only one survivor left in my family
And I will not obey your words, anymore
I wish this would all just be
An illusion of what’s gonna happen to him
I’m afraid of my killer instincts
But I need to survive and it runs in my family
Suddenly, clenched in my hand
A tool of my father’s trade
Scalpel in hand, I divide his face
Parting his skin until he is erased
I open the door and leave this life behind
In ambivalence
In ambivalence
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