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Starting to tell his own life story
Plunged down in his old chair
He used to live in a nearby village
Lots of people
Playing kids
On a cold clear

16
My life is like a movie shot in split screen
I be in the chapel, not the Sistine
And every horror story has an ending
Yeah
But where it start

to hide the horror.

I run for my life, but I fall on a cadaver.
A naked chick, pretty hot, by the way.
I see his ugly face...
And his sharp teeth devour my

touch, just living for the hell of it
Keeping the cellar lit, not turning the page
Watching pale to death the bird in the cage
Spells of horrors, hell

It's a chilly autumn night
Oh and what a delight
I'm watching horror movies
On my peoples favorite device
In my favorite month
Spooky monsters

The darkness filled my stomach till it really got me sick
Now I reminisce about them nights that I ain't miss

I see like horrors, the slithers that will hiss

My heart was buried in a casket
But you found a way to break it out (Break it out)
And I've been hurt by burnt-out passion
But around you, I feel

Who once were left to die and rot
Creeped back into the world
They took everything that mattered
What was good, they have shattered

Stories that

when the night winds blow
As the years roll by iron gates will corrode
There's death and decay down Cold Soil Road
One story I heard that still gives me

the street
Rewriting this historical American
Horror Story
The Revolution will not be monetized
There will be no viral
Reaction clips on Snapchat
And no GIFs

life-story
You remember to tell them:

I grew up in New York City
Since I was born on Broadway, bcby!
Moved downtown when I was just nineteen point
To start

Horror stories and romance (naked)
Devils that like to slow dance
Kettles burnin' with sin in them
Children don't wanna hold hands
Tourists don't wanna

Curse of the Virgin Canvas/Interlude One

Alesana

The Emptiness

2010

(I am here to tell you a story.
A story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night.
And though I will do my best, there

The Man on the Flying Trapeze

Eddie Cantor

The Columbia Years: 1922-1940

1994

Once I was happy but now I'm forlorn
Like an old coat that is tattered and torn
Left in this wide world to weep and to mourn 
Betrayed by a maid

Aramaic with a craving for brains
Half eaten believers scream
"Jesus of Nazareth!"
Their dead bodies rise back
To life like Lazarus
This horror story'll be

what I do
Let you put that together without glue without stue, fast life
Built a time machine in my past like
A horror story about as long as Fukushima

the ground up, rooms spin at a round pace
Get down based on true story, through Corey, came close to the teachers
Colder as the Iceman, posted before it

the child again told the 

common story of being lured away by 'The Bloofer Lady'. 

The police of the division, have been instructed to keep 

A sharp

We Belong Dead

Impaled

Mondo Medicale

[solo: "The Flesh and the Fiends" by S.C. McGrath]

Our clinic raided by the authorities
Littered with corpses on all thirteen stories
We toiled long in

the blood you taste

Why would you deny me answers?
If I'm just a boy on the brink of being
Horror and hell through its fires
Be brutally honest, was it

the blood you taste

Why would you deny me answers?
If I'm just a boy on the brink of being
Horror and hell through its fires
Be brutally honest, was it

long story
How strange to realize
I really, really am alive!
Which means I'll die
Don't I know by now not to spend my days drifting further away?

a blessings 
I had to learn a hard lesson
This is my confession 
With the things that I'm stressing
Hopefully I leave an impression 
With my story in this

A young girl you all know by name
Is wondering when it will be her day
She is a modern slave, yet she is not to blame

A loving family was torn apart so