Head Collector Frankie and the Witch Fingers

Rolling head
Is tumbling
Rolling down the hill
I see below
Everyone it's killed
A pointed hood
A shiny blade
It wields without a care
Flaying flesh
That hides below the stairs

Crimson jewels
Of the blood
That he pulls
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Eternal
Suffering
From the grip
Underneath
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Awaken
Forsaken
Bodies
And minds
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