MegaDeth
Lucretia
Typed by The Punisher
Sitting up late at night
I tiptoe through the darkness
Cooled as hell black as spades
Aware of my immediate surroundings
In my place I escape
Up into my hideout
Hiding from everyone
My friends all say
Dave your mental anyway hey!
Drift into a deeper state
I stalk the cobwebbed stairways
Dirt grits beneath my feet
The stair creaks, I precariously sneak
Hypnosis guides my hand
I slipside through the walkways
Sit in granny's rockn' chair
Memmories are whirling by yeah
Reminisce in the attic
Lucretia waits impatiently
Cobwebs make me squint
The cobra so eloquently glints
Moonbeams surge through the sky
The crystal ball's energized
Surelt that like the cat waiting
Luctretia ricks away
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