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Here's the lyrics -
Tara
I love horrors
The deep, intelligent kind
I don’t appreciate dumb slashers
And jump scares all the time
But it seems I’ve been thrown into a film
Where that’s the theme, ‘sublime’ (said sarcastic)
And I’m a key protagonist
So there’s a chance that I might die
New York, new rules, new friends, to accuse
We thought we beat that Ghostface but he’s back to abuse
A new sick individual puts on the mask trying to be cool
But this Ghostface is different he’s not afraid to use tools (bang)
The conjurings, Jeffrey dahmer, people fiend for that real life horror
But the stab franchise is a joke all it seems to do is inspire
There’s multiple Ghostfaces on this tube that Halloween attire
If they knew my trauma they’d know that probably one of them is a killer
They say it always goes back to the past
But I’m not a part of that past
Loomis is not my dad
But Sams my sister
If she’s a part of this
Then we’re in it together
Screamings for the weak and the beaten
I refuse to be a victim
It was meant to be a new start, New York City, we moved so far
I’m surprised woodsboros not a ghost town with its collection of killers
You’d think with all the people here, there would be nothing to fear
But it’s just a phone call away from that evil voice we’re scared to hear
I’ve been beaten and stabbed, got my leg broken in that attack
Sat inches away from the killers as they plotted behind my back
They both looked me in the eyes and smiled pretended to be our friends
I had to hobble along in crutches to put Amber to an end
They say it always goes back to the past
But I’m not a part of that past
Loomis is not my dad
But Sams my sister
If she’s a part of this
Then we’re in it together
Screamings for the weak and the beaten
I refuse to be a victim
You know that it always will start with a call
The person on the other end a tormenting psycho
The stab films might sell and leave people shook
But I still prefer the babadook
They say it always goes back to the past
But I’m not a part of that past
Loomis is not my dad
But Sam’s my sister
If she’s a part of this
Then we’re in it together
Screamings for the weak and the beaten
I refuse to be a victim
Screamings for the weak and the beaten
I refuse to be a victim