| She blacks out
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| When that question is asked by this vile animal
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| Nearly suffocating on her vomit
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| In front of the gloating cannibal
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| She awakes in the cage
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| Something has changed
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| Instead of fear her heart is filled with rage
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| Her existence now balancing on the edge of a knife
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| As long as the voice keeps whispering
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| She will stay alive
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| She is seriously considering suicide
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| There is no doubt
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| To kill herself is the only way out
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| «I will be butchered and buried like my brother
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| I’d rather cut my wrists just like my mother»
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| Powered by a hatred she has never experienced before
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| She consumes fear and despair
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| Until she cares for suicide no more
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| And so the embittered girl starts thinking
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| Of ways to shove this witch into the oven
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| «I will not die as his slave
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| I’d rather die fighting, scared but brave»
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| All the doors and windows in this satanic abattoir
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| Are barricaded
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| But hey! |
| There is one way!
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| A damn small chance to escape
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| The front door can be unlocked with a key
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| Which is attached to the black baton
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| That the killer carries constantly…
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| To beat up his slave repeatedly
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| One night, when dinner time arrives…
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| As always the killer puts the baton on the table
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| Sitting comfortably, devouring his meal voraciously
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| He speaks:
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| «Come here, have no fear
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| Pour me some wine
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| You’ll be just fine»
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| That’s when she thinks:
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| This moment is mine!
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| Nervously walking towards him
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| Holding the fork behind her back
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| And whilst pouring the wine
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| She uses all her strength
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| To stab that fork deep into his neck
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| She smashes the bottle on his head
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| Yet before she can grab the key
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| He pulls everything off the table
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| Right before he hits the floor
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| A broken kerosene lantern
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| Leaking fuel causes a fire
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| That quickly spreads through the room
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| She picks up the key from the floor
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| Rushes to the front door
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| The killer drags himself forward
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| Gargling on his own blood
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| «Come back you fucking whore!»
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| She smiles and locks the door
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| She’s running through the woods
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| Finally free
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| But distracted by the screams of the burning witch
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| She runs fast, straight into a tree! |