What has happened?
What have I done?
And there's something in my hand, a gun?
No I didn't kill him, or maybe I did.
Yes I killed him, what will you do, run?
Or kill me, I'm already dead
I'm a lost soul, got shot in the head
So now he's gone what will you do?
Run maybe, too late Vanna's killed you too.
That's your blood spilling on the floor.
Too late to run for the door.
Vanna's killed you and lots of others,
Children, teens, fathers,mothers
She'll kill you with her evil eyes,
Better run now, there's no disguise.
Now you are dead with all the others,
Children, teens, fathers, mothers.
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