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Driven to madness,
From decent disposition
That this creature never came,
Is what I have been wishing
Chorus
(Fiend)
You're always around
And an axe would make you dead
Her compassion went unheeded
And the axe went into her head
Her murdered body
They came to exhume
They all heard her screaming
You inside the tomb
Chorus
