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Grandma bought a gun
For the twisted corpse that drugged her son
Left him in the motel by the jail cells
With the aroma of an overdue coma
Never called for help
Now grandma stalks her for the pelt
Run, grandma got a gun
Help her escape
Don’t hold back, she wants all she can take from you now
In this empty place
Color tormented thoughts
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