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A wax museum
A tourist trap for lost souls
The vulture is your omen
But you have nowhere else to go
Glowing eyes of a mannequin
Stare as you walk past
His telepathic powers control them
His victims never last

You're so pretty; it's a shame you have to die
Tied down, plaster on your face
You can't breathe, he decides your fate
He's crazy and we're all going to die
Your heart bursts from fright
your world is dark on this night
His identity is unveiled
Not who you want to believe
His brother is not real
But, it's too late for you to leave
You're so pretty; it's a shame you have to die
Tied down, plaster on your face
You can't breathe, he decides your fate
He's crazy and we're all going to die
Your heart bursts from fright
your world is dark on this night

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