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Death Box

It is very rude of you to stare
Darling why are you so damn scared?
Come on take a peek if you dare
Inside the depths of my death box

Don't worry young one I will not bite
Tell me why you're trying to fight
We'll find the solution tonight
Inside the depths of my death box

My dear you're severely injured
A floating corpse in the mixture
There's no way that I can fix ya
That's why they call me the death box[/font][/font]