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Three times I had the lust to kill.

To clutch a throat so young and fair.

And squeeze with all, my might until.

No breath of being lingered there.

Three times I drove the demon out.

Though on my brow was evil sweat.

And yet I know beyond a doubt.

He'll get me yet, he'll get me yet.

I know I'm mad, I ought to tell...

The doctors, let them care for me, confine me in a padded cell.

And never, never set me free, but oh how cruel that would be!

For I am young and comely too... Yet dim my demons I can see...

And there is but one thing to do...

Three times I beat the foul fiend back.

The fourth, I know he will prevail.

And so I'll seek the railway track.

And lay my head upon the rail.

And sight the dark and distant train.

And hear its thunder louder roll.

Coming to crush my cursed brain.

Oh God, have mercy on my soul.

And yet I know beyond a doubt.

He'll get me yet, he'll get me yet.

And yet I know beyond a doubt.

He'll get me yet!!!!

Now I see the end of this road filled with punishment.

My sufferance, unbearable waste, twisted my mentality.

I never, never felt the glee, the pleasures of mortality.

This cursed trail I have to cease, and now my demons I set free...

And there is but one thing to do...