Since he was little he liked to play
With several stuffs that would let you afraid
The time passed and he let it go insane
When innocent people began to kill
His parents let him alone in an asylum
Locked in a cell he increased hatred
Isolated disillusioned watching horror movies
With a mind totally insane
He decided to go back and get revenge on those
Who left him when he was child
Nor death stopped him nor all the bullets
Since he was little he liked to play
With several stuffs that would you be afraid
Then the time passed and he let it go insane
Then innocent people began to kill
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