Ode to the Final Boy

GODRESTYEDEADBOYS

Spotlight's on you, sugar Let's make the screams count Chestnuts roasting, hips all tight Home invasion on a silent night You ran so sweet, red in your cheeks Sneakers slick from the blood I leaked Oh, Final Boy, you made a mess Cried God with a knife stuck in your chest Oh, Final Boy, you look good when spread Pulled ya bloody right into bed Kicked the door in, knife in hand You tripped, how cute Just like we planned I kissed your bruise, you spat at my grin Oh honey… Final Boys don't always win Tied in tinsel, sweat on your skin My mouth on yours like original sin Wrists in bows, now the bedspread's wet You came so hard, baby Jesus wept Final boy, final breath Make it hot, final death This is your closing scene, baby Now die pretty Oh, Final Boy, you kissed the blade Wrote hymns in blood while I got laid Oh, Final Boy, come take your bow One more scream, I'll show you how
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