 Pictures hung on the walls, depicting a family's dreams, looks like they could come right out of some plastic family magazine.
I wish the pictures were true and the stories they told were real, but I hate to say there was a rage somewhere deep inside their cage.
Down.
Going down, holding you.
I'll take you down.
I'll take you down.
Going down holding you.
I'll take you down.
I'll take you down.
The cops show up but there late they could not stop all that hate.
They climbed over the bodies and put up that yellow crime scene tape.
And we thought that these people lived so calm and seemed fine.
Looks like underneath someone had lived with a blackened heart and mind.
Down.
Going down, holding you.
I'll take you down.
I'll take you down.
Going down holding you.
I'll take you down.
I'll take you down.
It's so hard to believe.
Then they found a note; it came from a man with a knife.
When they read it, it gave them a chill:
'If I can't have her, then no one will! Then no one will!'
Down.
Going down, holding you.
I'll take you down.
I'll take you down.
Going down holding you.
I'll take you down.
I'll take you down.
Going down, holding you.
I'll take you down.
I'll take you down.
Going down holding you.
I'll take you down.
I'll take you down.
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