Look at my eyes, I'm bout to dig up my little brother's body at the graveyard
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I'm trippin' real hard
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Hop the fence with a shovel in my hand
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Walk silently, don't make a sound in the dead land
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Shadows twist and become demons of hell
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As I walk alone down the winding trail
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Lookin' for the tombstone with his name
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Hear the cries of a little girl in pain
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Sitting alone by the grave, she screams and cries
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But something was wrong with this bitch's eyes
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She turned around and her eyes were a deep red
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Blood stains matted her hair to her fuckin' head
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Seein' the sight, I almost began to choke
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I swung the shovel and the girl turned into smoke
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What was happening, did I lose my mind?
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Dug up her grave, let her breathe for the first time
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Back on the move, I gots to find my kin
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My little brother who died with mortal sin
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Along the way, I dug up a couple of graves
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Of some children who died at a young age
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Why did life deal such a bad hand
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Like my brother who got killed by a man
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Man, and I never knew
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Why I couldn't stop stabbing him when everybody told me to
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They said that I was a killer and a family disgrace
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Cursed my name and smacked me in the face
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Time to right my wrongs and correct my sins
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Dig up my brother so I can be closer to him
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Back down the trail of the winding path
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I hear some voices behind me start to laugh
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It was the souls of the children I'd released
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From the grave a whole 6 feet deep
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Now they roam the earth with a smiling face
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No more cries of pain in this evil place
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There's my brother's gravesite just ahead
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Time to dig a hole and wake the dead
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Scratch the ground to reunite my family ties
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My little brother, the product of my blood lines
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Find the box, pull it out, put it in place
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Open the casket and touch little Joey's face
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Start to cry when remember what I had did
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How could I have taken the life of such a little kid?
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Hold him close and tell him everything's alright
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Carry his body off into the moonlight
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Back thru the graveyard, lookin' for the ones I missed
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With my brother on my shoulder and he's lifeless
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Down the streets on the way to my house
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Bugs and insects keep falling out of his mouth
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Got to my house and kicked open the door
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Lay Joey's body on the cold floor
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Now I'm trippin' and I don't know what to do
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Light some candles to brighten up the room
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Standin' over his body with my knife
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Please God, give Joey back his fuckin' life
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I slit his throat, maybe that'll help him breathe
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Cut off his eyelids, maybe now he'll see
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"Why did you do this to me Jamie? Why did you do this to me? Why did you do
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this to me? Why did you do this Jamie? It's your turn to die now! It's your
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turn to live in a graveyard!"
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"This is why children shouldn't play with dead things..."
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Why The Children
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Twiztid |