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Now awoken been reborn, though I have just until dawn



I remember every face, spirits show me every place



First one sleeps inside his bed, place my fingers on his head



To each temple push and smother , till my fingers touch each other



Next one makes love to his wife, only wish to take his life



For his family's done no wrong, place his children on the lawn



Tell the mrs. leave the room, lest she wish to witness doom



Grab the squirmy filthy goat and shove the dresser down his throat



I must quickly use my gift, next to work the midnight shift



Drinking coffee in the back, I will listen to them chat



Hear them speaking of my death, hear the laughter in their breath



But the laughter quickly dies as their heads collide







Yer gonna die, yer gonna die







Now my anger's growing worse, next one's working as a nurse



Time to make a doctors call, drag my body down the hall



Grab a scalple and a blade, time to play the nurses aid



Operate and strap her down, carve her face into a clown



Killed another then three more, now we're down to only four



Next one drives a taxi cab, another wicked life to grab



Screaming that he thought I died, let's go for a taxi ride



In the wreck of twisted steal, the steering wheel becomes his meal



This man watches his t.v., scanning channels endlessly



Stops at station 44, it's the Wicket Klown show



Watch me juggle watch me dance, in 3-D watch me enhance



Watch me crawl out from your screen and squeeze your neck until you're green



Even though there's just one left, I feel my bones becoming stiff



Now I wonder endlessly, the spirits have abandoned me



My limbs are falling piece by piece, my ears and fingers in the streets



But still you'd see no morning sun and here's my victim's early run



Quickly grab him from behind, round his next with fishing twine



Keep him stilland pull the string watch his head go bobbling



Listn to my riddle song, even though my crime was wrong



Murder me just for yourlaw and I'll be back for all of yall!

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