.Cut the back, pull the stuffing.
Cut the girl down to nothing.
Feed the boy.
Burn the mattress
Disinfect the house.
Disinherit.
Disinherit.
Disinherit.
And it's creeping up, I spy it.
And it's crushing at my throat
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