Black and white sweat on an empty stage,
Sharp shadows cut up an empty page.
A mind mislead to a violent rage,
Disonant heart beats from a fractured cage.
A 3-D vision like an x-ray photo,
A stolen car with a broken motor.
A white hand glides through a coal black fountain
Running down her back fever flies.
The black rain falls as the smoke fills her head,
An evil vision the killer in her bed.
A $2 ticket on a $5 ride,
And the lady in the back won't make it out alive.
A silent vision on blood red ground,
Headlines cry out empty sound.
The body, sorry could not be found,
Nothing like this ever happened in our town.
The black rain falls as the smoke fills her head,
An evil vision the killer in her bed.
A $2 ticket on a $5 ride,
And the lady in the back won't make it out alive.
Black and white sweat on an empty stage,
Sharp shadows cut up an empty page.
A mind mislead to a violent rage,
Disonant heart beats from a fractured cage.
The black rain falls as the smoke fills her head,
An evil vision the killer in her bed.
A $2 ticket on a $5 ride,
And the lady in the back won't make it out alive.
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