one two freddy's commin' for you. three four better lock your door. five six grab your crucifix.... . something wicked this way comes. premeditated evil numbs.
It doesn't matter what I say, doesn't matter what I do. I don't really give a fuck about you. Nowadays it's all fake, put some make up on your face. Looking like a fucking chick in lipstick.
Sick. . Sick with disease. Deny addiction. Down on my knees. Feed my affliction. . Scared to believe. My own decisions. Eager to please. Distorted visions.