The knife is raised, But it's not our graves, So we'll run away, Again, And we'll feel fright the entire night, Again, The guns are heard, Are heads are raised, From what we're sure, Is to truly be our grave, But we'll stay up all night, Living in a puddle of what, Was caused by our fright, The blood spills, Don't look back, Barks and howls, Turn you around, Your heart is yelling, At you, To turn back, But you know you must run the other way, So we'll run, Again and again, For the rest of our days, The lonely richie, The show dog living the "good life", The "amazing" lonely twin, Falling off the edge, Hiding in the ally way, With what she claims to be her pack, Both, Murderers inside, And you're bringing them, Closer to, Blood spilling, You're betraying them, And they know that all too well, But they've analyzed your plan, And they're ready to bite off your head, Now laying here, Blood spilling, Heart-broken, And Forgotten, Two dogs, Lost, Dead, Murderers

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