His hand spells death He breathes his vile breath No way you can stop him once he's out He hauts you sleep In the tub he hides down deep He rips your face and no one hears you shout
[CHORUS] He's come for you, what will you do He'll slash you and rip you and cut you in two
His teeth are black Flex metal knuckles with a crack Maggots crawling all throughout his skin He'll get them all Everyone will hear his call When the razors grip beneath their chin
[CHORUS-MOSH PART] As the blood begins to splat On his sweater and his hat His rotted mouth smiles as you die His color's red and green His skin's not what it seems He rips at it and tears off his own flesh
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