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Dressed in black, his face was white
No doubt he was a cenobite
Needles pinned all over his head
Oh god, that box's gonna be my death
It was a hellraiser, a hellraiser
And now now now I'm hellbound
Night after night they were torturing me
They were mean, bad, as cruel as they could be
Hooks in chains tearing apart my skin
That box brought me places I've never been
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