Testo di Twilight Fate

Children working overtime To satisfy his whims Off scot free? Well I think not The three invade his dreams You won't be back tomorrow Vic Sneak preview never comes What a waste for just a taste Of blood filling your lungs He took away two children's lives For entertainment's sake No thoughts for naught but his alone Their blood was his to slake Where were the stunt men paid so much To take away the risk? The government inspectors Preventing things like this Decapitation brings frustration And sorrow to the soul All the lawyers getting rich In this the headless hole Children working overtime A fate we'd surely dread Please, just one last question sir Did they ever find his head? The man who brought us fantasy Has stung us with reality Millions spent But it's too late for them I draw satisfaction Knowing that he will Get his in the end