Dark, Twisted, and Cruel

[00:10.96] Raoul, Duke and Buck, they are my crowd
[00:13.70] Fit together like the shotgun, fits in Heminway's mouth
[00:16.57] I carve down my plot, I write with your blood
[00:19.33] I created this world, but first came the word
[00:23.60] You have no light in sight
[00:26.37] Just endless darkness to fight
[00:28.55] The horror story comes true
[00:31.82] I'm dark, twisted and cruel
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[00:48.40] I'm in the rain trickling down
[00:51.65] I'm the sickness of this town
[00:54.51] I'm the ants inside your walls
[00:57.17] The quiet knocking on your door
[01:00.31] It's not your story to write
[01:02.76] Scratch out your words in the night
[01:05.68] When the writer is in doubt
[01:08.69] My turn to come out
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[01:26.37] I pillage and I murder, I'm hauling my loot
[01:28.80] No need for drugs or booze
[01:30.33] My nightmares are my muse
[01:32.11] I swagger down the alley, I don't say please
[01:34.61] The town is burning while you beg for mercy
[01:36.88] I'll make you bleed
[01:38.80] You have no light in sight
[01:41.45] Just endless darkness to fight
[01:44.45] The horror story comes true
[01:47.05] I'm dark, twisted and cruel
[02:01.35] You locked your house, but I'm inside
[02:03.58] I count to ten and let you hide
[02:06.52] I'm the knife cutting your blouse
[02:09.32] The wicked whisper in your ear
[02:12.34] It's my story to write
[02:15.29] Ripping pages in the night
[02:18.03] When the writer is in doubt
[02:20.41] I just scratch out, scratch, scratch out
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