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Letting children inside to drink beers.
Razorblades hidden in Three Musketeers.
Screams from the basement of kids begging to be set free.
That's what Halloween means to me.
Tightening the clamps that are holding their little heads...so tight.
Putting my lips to their ears as I whisper "Please...don't fight!"
I promise I'll let you go home if you swear not to tell...a soul!
Well, I'll just untie these--I'm kidding, now where is my chainsaw?
Let's rock and roll!
A pinch of your brother, a teaspoon of you.
With the head of your sister would make a good stew.
I'd give you a taste, but your tounge's in the stew--irony.
That's what Halloween means to me.
Haha.