Hollyanne, he wants you dead
So put a bullet through his head!
Remember the gun 'neath your dad's bed
Do not ignore what I have said
In the house across the street
Ignore the falling of thy feet
The demons come to reap his wheat.
Simon She will kill you
You know it too be true
A gun rests in her fingers
And she's leading you askew.
Now lets stop this madness.
Casey moves towards you
His skin is turning black
His teeth are white and pearly where his lips have rotted back
His head is bound together by an oozing purple clot
Stale blood clings to his skin with bones of dry rot
In his eyes you can see Satan's new cot
In his hands he cradles a freshly blooded axe
Ready to give this girlie forty whacks
The gun won't fire
And rain beats off your face
Blackness swims around you
Then brimstone takes its place
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