12 (Letra)
~Rain & thunder~
"Wake …Wake …Awake… Revenge is mine. 12 people will die tonight."
[voices]
Guilty…guilty…guilty…guilty…guilty…guilty…guilty…guilty…guilty..
Now I’ve woken then reborn. Though I have just until dawn.
I remember every face, spirits show me every place.
First one sleeps inside his bed. Place my fingers on his head.
To each temple push and smuther, till my fingers touch each other.
Next one makes love to his wife. Only wish to take his life.
For his family’s done no wrong. Place his children on the lawn.
Tell the misses leave the room. Lest she wish to witness doom.
Grab the squirmy, filthy, goat, and shove the dresser down his throat.
I must quickly use my gift. Next 2 work the midnight shift.
Drinking coffee in the back, I will listen to them chat.
Hear them speaking of my death. Hear the laughter in their breath.
But the laughter quickly died, when their heads colli-e-i-e-ide.
(chorus):
Ya care ta die? Ya care ta die? (9x)
(End chorus)
Now my anger’s growing worse. Next one’s working as a nurse.
Have to make a doctor’s call. Drag my body down the hall.
Grab a scalpel and a blade. Time to play the nurse’s aid.
Operate and strap her down, carve her face into a clown.
Killed another, then 3 more. Now we’re down to only 4.
This man drives a taxi cab. `Nother wicked life to grab.
Screaming that he thought I died. Let’s go for a taxi ride.
In the wreck of twisted steel, the steering wheel becomes his meal.
This man watches his TV. Scanning channels endlessly.
Stops at station foty-fo’ it’s the wicked clown show.
Watch me juggle, watch me dance. In 3D watch me enhance.
Watch me crawl out from the screen and squeeze your neck until you’re
gre-he-heen.
(chorus)
Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time….
Even though there’s just one left, I feel my bones becoming stiff.
And now I wander endlessly, the spirits have abandoned me.
My lips are falling piece by piece. My ears and fingers in the street.
But still yet see no morning sun, and here’s my victim’s early run.
Quickly grab him from behind, ‘round his neck with fishing twine.
Keep him still and pull the string, watch his head go bobbaling!
Listen to my riddle song, even though my crime was wrong.
Murder me just for your law and I’ll be back for all a yall!
(chorus)
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~child laughing~
