A chill runs up your spine,
And claws into your brain,
The freezing touch of fear.
It's driving me insane,
Although you try to fight,
Dragged from the silence where you hide.
Until you scream.
Until you scream.
Scream.
I can't wait to hear you scream.
A chill runs up your spine,
And claws into your brain,
The freezing touch of fear.
It's driving me insane,
Although you try to fight,
Dragged from the silence where you hide.
Until you scream.
Until you scream.
Scream.
I can't wait to hear you,
I can't wait to hear you,
Scream.
I can't wait to hear you,
I can't wait to hear you,
Scream.
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