Demented Little Girls

Demented little girls
Run the streets
With their hatchets held high
They look for next victims
To cut to pieces

The cries echo
Throughout the town
One bye one
They take them down

People begin to hide inside
Hoping not to be found
They try not to make a sound
But soon enough
I’m sure, they’ll be found

And no children laugh
No children play
Today they stay inside
And they too hide under their bed
Cause if they don’t
They too will be dead

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