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As a little boy he played strange games No toy he ever touched But when nobody looked his body cooked In his soul were burning flames Oh my son I see your talent Waiting for such guys like you Satan´s in his throne In his dark damned doom His help he´ll surely send Oh little mouse, where is your head Do you want something instead Now little bird you see my blade Now you see I know my trade Tormentor He's the master in his own four walls Lives a life in fun Cause his only joy Is a living toy Somebody to cut off Oh bloody body, where´s your head Can´t find it in this mess Misused life I can´t stand it But I´ll have success Tormentor
