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Familiar

Out in the streets.
Running wild.
Running free.
Devil's child.

Out of the shadows.
In for the kill.
Angel of death.
Run for the hills.

Cartoon colors and choppy angles.
Warped space appears before your eyes.
Execution, your body's strangled.
Another lonesome fucker dies.

Does this scene look.
Does this scream sound.
Does this seem to be.
Familiar.
Familiar.

We are nocturnal.
In daylight we stalk.
Playing with your mind.
We babble and talk.

Never surrender.
Serving our queen.
Eating whoever.
Our horrible means.

Toy propellers and paper crowns.
Destination eternal hell.
Casting misery and frowns.
For the Witch, cast our spells.

Does this scene look.
Does this scream sound.
Does this seem to be.
Familiar.
Familiar.

Tiny terrors victimize.
This is fantasy of hate.
Ripping apart empty lives.
No remains of who we ate.

Does this scene look.
Does this scream sound.
Does this seem to be.
Familiar.
Familiar.
Written by Madcinder
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Inspired by PMMM.
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