Who Saw Him Die? - ©1996

Who saw him die?
Who saw him die?

One shot and his life poured out of his head
No more would I suffer his wrath in dread

No one to turn to
I spit on your grave
You beat me and kicked me
I was enslaved

I lived constant fear of his revenge
Too scared to leave him right to the end
His perverse hold was fear not love I found
I just had to put that motherfucker under the ground

Ooh It felt so good
To be free at last
Til death us do part fucker!

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