I built a house upon a hill
A little place to get my thrill
All visitors that dared to come
Would be my kick, my bit of fun
I had the hooks to hang them high
I'd bleed their bodies till they dry
And sharpened knives would glint and shine
Within this killers morbid shrine
Screams would echo through the halls
But no one hears the victims calls
Just those who came not seen again
Could understand the house of pain
And in this shack upon the hill
It's guaranteed that blood will spill
As I'm the landlord, ghoul and host
And murder is what i like most
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