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.
Sick. . Sick with disease. Deny addiction. Down on my knees. Feed my affliction. . Scared to believe. My own decisions. Eager to please. Distorted visions.
You say I'm angry, I guess I should be. Because it makes me happy. My mind is creepy, I guess it could be. Depends on what you ask me. . (You are my).