The fabulous, fabulous wall
That is covered and covered in gore
You hear, you hear a scream
You know it is not a dream
Run out, run out the door
Slip on, slip on the floor
You shall never, never escape
For you it is now too late, too late.
They come, they come for you
Your end, your end they say is due
Take out, take out a knife
You are in alot of strife, of strife
Stab you agan and again
Finally no more, no more of your pain