Tick tock tick tock see the heads roll? Death has taken its toll. One was a writer, He was never a fighter. And that's no fun, when they don't run, Another was a pilot, who was always one to riot. The last was a Flutist, who was always clueless. Chop, chop, chop. The clock is tolling when the heads GO rolling. The blood is dripping, the balance is tipping. Little children are singing, the pendant is swinging. What would you pay for your life, would you rather be stabbed by a knife? Your soul is now mine, The price is so fine. To hear skin ripping, And hear blood dripping. The mother was screaming, I must be dreaming. She ran out the Door, The thing wanted more. She is next, Her life is Hexed. The children are dead, like they're sleeping in bed. But the heads still roll, And you'll be next as death takes its toll.
