Heaven wouldn't let him in
Oh the bloody path of sin
Women cringe to hear his name
Little children fear the same
I've woken up from frightful dreams
Numbing ears with death-like screams
Getting closer to the day
He'll return, take me away
Always nervous, looking back
Lighting's dim, would he attack
Loosened floorboards start to creak
Overhead, my knees feel weak
Waves of panic fill my mind
Eight more steps and me he'll find
Eight seven six five four three two
Now Michaels found me...and he's coming for you
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