Love me yesterday
Hate me for this
He fucked with our lives
And Messed up our heads
We are afraid
To live as we once did
For fear he'll findout
And end us in an instant
We cannot hide from the mirrors
And you cannot say we won't die
He is a liveing breathing phycho
And we're hunted day and night
You never see it comeing
From where you are as a child
You learn about the scary men
But only fear them for a while
Your knees begin to buckle
As his eyes tear you apart with pride
When we meet our maker
He'll be the reason we died.
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