Grinds...Little Mary
Can you hear the sound
Of your life slowly slipping
away
away
away
And see your eyes widen
Your innocence gone
Laughter with the sound of
knock
knock
knocking
The sound of his breathing
Behind you
He's beside you
The echo of your screams at bay
Electric lights
Little Mary can't you see?
He's just there waiting
With his hands on your throat
Little Mary can't you see?
He's just there waiting
With his hands on your throat
And your lips open
screaming
Little bloody Mary
screaming
Little bloody Mary
goodbye.
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