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Hot As Hell
03:30
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How still was the night when you first kissed me, how bright were the stars all around,
how sweet the song that the whippoorwill did sing, how lovely as you laid me in the ground.
I spotted you in a crowd of persons, so personable in your fashion gown,
so I took a confident swig, and I did myself a jig, put on my best smile and went to town.
You told me you thought me quite the talent, and you could see I wore my heart right there on my sleeve,
you said hey babe let's find a quiet place, we can get together like two trees and then we'll leave.
I thought how strange when you took me to the graveyard, but how romantically magical were we,
you said let's lie down, and have another round, as you stole my shirt from my body shivering.
And then I noticed there were some other people, dressed in black garbs from foot to crown,
I said hey what's the deal? and another kiss you did steal, you said don't worry they're just some friends of mine from out of town.
And then overcame by a feeling quite satanic, I began to panic as you strapped me down,
although I struggled and I strained, your hearts lulling refrain, made me think this was some kinky thing I'd never heard about.
But those thoughts were quickly put to rest, when you took your knife and plunged it in my chest,
and as I slowly died, your friends ate my insides, and then came the part which was best.
You all tore off your clothes and all your skin, and revealed your true demons hiding within,
and with this I realized, I probably could have been more wise, but the heart wants what it wants, and I have to sit with my decision.
How still was the night when you first kissed me, how bright were the stars all around,
how sweet the song that the whippoorwill did sing, how lovely as you laid me in the ground.
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I saw you there, standing by the bar on baker street brown eyes staring back at me.
You waved me over for a drink. I didn't know you'd be the death of me, literally, because you spike my drink with GHB.
The one day I choose to go out of course I end up getting knocked out lured in by the words "...you look lovely..."
I didn't know that the next day they would find me in the lake, floating quietly.
And his name was John, John Lee Byers don't get it wrong. You've seen his face on every TV screen,
brown hair, brown eyes, 23 drove a honda odyssey that still holds my spleen
oh how could someone possibly have the audacity to murder me
for god sake, I'm only nineteen
I've met my end, He pulled a Jeffery Dahmer, drilling holes, and filling water in my head.
That barrel he stuffed me in is filled with red, oh hold on, honey, you forgot my head, it's on the bed!
And I'll get my revenge just wait and see, my mother will be sure to avenge me.
She'll show up to your trial so sad and sweet, no one will suspect her treachery.
She'll stab you in the eye and watch you bleed,
With the knife that's tucked behind her knee,
and everyone will laugh as you bleed!
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The sky it turned black and the crow's caw'd in dark reels
as I strolled with my love on the moonlit promenade.
We were just seventeen didn't know what it'd mean to be scared of the night whispering.
And when I look back, yes, when I recall the folly of the night,
and the wicked spell of it all; I remember my darling withering dying in my arms
as the dead became once again the living.
How strange is the night in the opaque black of hallows eve?
How wonderful to delight in the terror.
And how deadly a fright we encountered in that dream,
How dreadful the plight of our error.
We thought it was safe just a little midnight stroll.
The beasts of the night were all quiet in their holes.
Except then we discovered that we were not alone,
a lone stalker did stalk us and sent shivers through our bones.
You said "... let's turn back..." and I strongly objected,
because with God on our side we will always be protected.
But that was a mistake, for with our slow pace, we suddenly encountered
a band of one hundred or more.
How strange is the night in the opaque black of hallows eve?
How wonderful to delight in the terror.
And how deadly a fright we encountered in that dream,
How dreadful the plight of our error.
We began to run as we realized we were hunted
by the hungry mass of a thousand living dead corpses.
I remember you then as you tripped on your dress
and I shamefully left you for dead.
I hid behind a gravestone a lowly mausoleum,
and on the inscription read "...here lies Edgar Allen Poe..."
and I knew then as I know now the hell of the night which we had composed.
How strange is the night in the opaque black of hallows eve?
How wonderful to delight in the terror.
And how deadly a fright we encountered in that dream,
How dreadful the plight of our error.
Once the site was cleared and their appetite was quenched,
I sat beside my dying love as she slowly turned into one of them.
I whispered I love you, I'm so sorry, and I took a knife through her head.
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