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Coming from behind My headlights drawing near A sadist in the night A psychopath on wheels With Toolbox at my side And duct tape in my hands My rope around her neck, I drag her screaming, then I Throw them, in the One by one, with fear behind their eyes Throw them, in the Each and all, begging for their lives Throw them, in the van Once I get my fix I flee Leave them for the maggot-feast I don't know their names at all Never found and never caught Once I get my fix I flee Leave them for the worms I don't know their names at all All I care's they die for me Throw them, in the Throw them, in the Throw them, in the van From Letras Mania