ELM STREET

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BY THESE END OF THIS FIGHTS SEQUENCE
YOUR LIFE WILL HAVE DISAPPEARED FROM EXISTANCE
FILES ALL WIPED FROM RECORDS LIKE THE SMEARED TEXT OF A FICTION
YOU'LL NEED A PEACE SYRUM FOR THESE VIOLENT LYRICS IVE WRITTEN
CAUSE MY RHYMES WILL MAKE IT SO NO ONE OUTSIDE'LL HEAR YOU
INSIDE OF THIS CLEAR VIAL LIKE A T-VIRUS ADHERENCE AND STYLED PRISON
I SPEAK TIDALS APPEARING WITH SYCHTHES AND NEEDLES INSIDE OF YOUR VISION
I STRIKE MIRRORS WITH MY VICTIMS ADHEREING TO SUPERSTITION
I APPEAR WHEN THE NIGHTS RISEN LIKE ARKHAM ASYLUM TO STRIKE FEAR AND INCISIONS
A MOTHMANS PROHECY WEAVIN IN TO ALL OF THE AWFUL DREAMS THAT YOU WITNESS
OMINOUS AND BLEAK POSSIBLE PREDICTIONS AND PREMONITIONS
I PROMISE SINCERELY THAT THERES NO CURE FOR THIS SICKNESS
MY HEAD IS CAUSTIC AND IMPURE WITH STEAM EXHAUSTING CAUSE IT'S SEERING HOT FROM WITHIN THIS CEREBREALS LOT SO FREAKISHLY TWISTED
IT PARANORMAL ACTIVITY SPEACH THAT IM HERE SPITTIN
LEAVING YOUR WRISTS BLEEDING LIKE A BRACELET THATS BEEN KNITTED FROM A PIT OF NEGATIVE A SEEKING AND CRAVING LEACHES IN A CONGREGATION OF BREADING MAKING IT SO YOUR AFRAID BREATHING IS SHAKING ALONG WITH YOUR
FACE PEELING LIKE FREDDY WHILE VERSIN JASON ITS NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET BITCH AND I'M WES CRAVEN

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