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Chains a ring, Are you listening,
In the lane, Blood is glistening,
It's a macabre sight, We're happy tonight,
Walking in this hellish wonderland.

We stole away this perfect girl,
Took her insides and gave them a whirl.
We sing a death song, as we walk along,
Walking in this hellish wonderland.

In the meadow we will rape her good,
And pretend we can't hear her sreams
She'll fight us but we'll fuck her good,
So she'll know this ain't a bad dream.

Later on we'll conspire, As we roast her on a pyre,
And muffle her yells, as we send her to hell,
Walking in this hellish wonderland.

Beneath the shed we bury her remains,
Then walk away without single thought
We both agree that these games,
Are better won if they only fought.

When the buzz, Dies right down,
We'll go and make another round,
We frolic and play the murderous way.

Walking in this hellish wonderland.
Walking in this hellish wonderland.
Walking in this hellish wonderland.



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