The End

Critters, some of such sinister. Always a bigger hitter. Just one whisper

Scary, legendary. But no this one ain't bloody Mary. High vocabulary

You'll need every magic fairy. With these chills we carry. Time for death,

This'll be your last breath, I like my flesh fresh

 

We making progress. Feel the stress, And confess, Or else will call her

 

To possess, We need this to be our success, we know your address

 

And yes we have access, It's a sick sense. you do not have any defence

 

So listen to the threats. Your our personal project, You get the concept

 

Don't bother tellin a friend, Soon you'll meet your end, One hundred......

 

 

Percent

 

And no, you need no bullet proof vest, That's what we suggest

 

Entered our little contest, Your last breath you just spent

 

Critters, some of such sinister. Always a bigger hitter. Just one whisper

Scary, legendary. But no this one ain't bloody Mary. High vocabulary

You'll need every magic fairy. With these chills we carry. Time for death,

This'll be your last breath, I like my flesh fresh

 

You may need time to vent, that's what all we comprehend

 

Don't pretend. don't try to prevent. This what we represent

 

The best intent, soon you'll be buried in cement

 

We are the best, We heard your depressed. Your death which we invest

 

I ain't impressed. Better Horror. Order in which to torture, It'll be a slaughter

 

Should've confessed, Now your our guest. And your under arrest.

 

Critters, some of such sinister. Always a bigger hitter. Just one whisper

Scary, legendary. But no this one ain't bloody Mary. High vocabulary

You'll need every magic fairy. With these chills we carry. Time for death,

This'll be your last breath, I like my flesh fresh