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• Artiste: Wratchild America
• Titre: Candy From A Madman
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Step under the streetlight let me see your face There's a madman loose in this neighborhood He draws blood 'cause he likes the taste Carries a knife, carries a gun Run for your, life 'cause he's having fun Life to him is a four-letter word So hold your mother's hand and hide your eyes He talks to his own reflection Laughs at his dirty thoughts He's a student of his own philosophy He applies what he's been taught So he licks his lips Pulls his fingers through his air Doesn't have a reason 'Cause he doesn't have a care It's one man's world and he's in charge As far as he's concerned you're better off dead Don't take candy from a madman Don't look too deep into his eyes Don't take candy from a madman Sweet bait always lies It's the coldness of his blade Deadly power of his blow Dripping blood from wounded flesh Insanity starts to flow Twisted thoughts inside his head Make it easier to kill Fear entangled in his mine But show it never will Don't take candy from a madman Don't look too deep into his eyes Don't take candy from a madman Sweet bait always lies As he dances with his shadow As he feverishly grins As he buttons up his jacket With cold and icy hands As he sharpens up his blade As he laughs about his pain As he wipes his runny nose As he walks into your room Goodnight