FunhouseShe walks alone,Funhouse
dressed in black, cold to the bone, watching her back.
Every year its the same, she gets no treat from them just tricks, yet they don't drive her insane She thinks its funny that they thought she'd be sick.
She walks upon them planning an idea pops into her head, that'd make them all go running, crying out in terror as they head for bed
She'll play a game dressed as a crone she'll tell them that they can't guess her name while she leads them through they fetid catacombs
as they traveled through the cat
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