Sick And Twisted

December 5, 2007
By Kayla Benoit, Winnipeg, ZZ

My mind so sick and twisted
Hardly able to make out the words I speak

My friends unknowing
The being inside ever more ready

Run faster little children
For I am right behind

Little annoying voices
They make me wanna shut them up

I'll grab a knife
With it I will tear their vocals out

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