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take me out to the back of the shed shoot me in the back of the head now I loo ook quite ite dead oh oh no oh no oh oh oh oh oh
Left me lying on the cold, hard ground,
Echoes of silence, not a single sound,
All the love that I once knew,
Faded away like the morning dew.
Take me out to the back of the shed,
Memories of what we had, now they're dead,
Painted in red, the life we led,
Oh, oh no, oh no, oh oh oh oh oh.
But in the dark, there’s a light I see,
A shadow of what used to be,
Can’t erase, can’t undo,
What’s left behind, it’s all so blue.
Take me out, let the tears be shed,
For the love that’s lost, and words unsaid,
Oh, oh no, oh no, oh oh oh oh oh,
In the end, we're all just echoes in the head.
Attempt 2
take me out to the back of the shed shoot me in the back of the head now I look to be quite dead you take the second out to the back of your shed you shoot her in the back of her head you took us all to the back of the shed you shot us all in the backs of our heads now we all look to be quite dead
Whispers in the wind, stories untold,
Buried deep where the night turns cold,
All the faces, all the names,
Lost in the shadows, swallowed by flames.
You led us out to the place of no return,
One by one, we watched it all burn,
In the silence, where the darkness bled,
Now we all rest, no words left unsaid.
But can you hear the echoes in your mind?
The ghosts of the past you tried to hide?
We linger on in the corners of your soul,
A haunting reminder of the toll you stole.
So take us back to the place we dread,
Where the final chapter was penned in red,
But remember this as you lay your head,
We may be gone, but we’re never truly dead.
Attempt 3
take me out to the back of the shed shoot me in the back of the head now I look to be quite dead you take the second out to the back of your shed you shoot her in the back of her head you took us all to the back of the shed you shot us all in the backs of our heads now we all look to be quite dead
Whispers in the wind, justice draws near,
You thought you’d silence us, drown out the fear,
But every life you took, every drop you bled,
Is a curse that lingers, a price on your head.
You led us out to the place of no return,
But the fire you started, now it’s your turn,
In the silence, where the darkness spread,
Karma’s calling, for the blood you shed.
Can you feel the weight of every life you stole?
The ghosts of the past, they’ve come to take their toll,
We rise from the shadows, no longer your prey,
Your reckoning’s here, there’s no running away.
So take us back to the place we dread,
But this time it’s you who’ll lie in that bed,
You thought we were gone, but we’ve come to collect,
Karma’s hand is heavy, and it’s aimed at your neck.
Attempt 4
take me out to the back of the shed shoot me in the back of the head now I look to be quite dead you take the second out to the back of your shed you shoot her in the back of her head you took us all to the back of the shed you shot us all in the backs of our heads now we all look to be quite dead
Whispers in the wind, justice draws near,
You thought you’d silence us, drown out the fear,
But every life you took, every drop you bled,
Is a curse that lingers, a price on your head.
You led us out to the place of no return,
But the fire you started, now it’s your turn,
In the silence, where the darkness spread,
Karma’s calling, for the blood you shed.
Can you feel the weight of every life you stole?
The ghosts of the past, they’ve come to take their toll,
We rise from the shadows, no longer your prey,
Your reckoning’s here, there’s no running away.
So take us out to the back of the shed,
But this time it’s you who’ll lie in that bed,
You thought we were gone, but we’ve come to collect,
Karma’s hand is heavy, and it’s aimed at your neck.
Attempt 5
take me out to the back of the shed shoot me in the back of the head now I look to be quite dead you take the second out to the back of your shed you shoot her in the back of her head you took us all to the back of the shed you shot us all in the backs of our heads now we all look to be quite dead
Whispers in the wind, justice draws near,
You thought you’d silence us, drown out the fear,
But every life you took, every drop you bled,
Is a curse that lingers, a price on your head.
You led us out to the back of the shed,
But the fire you started, now it’s your turn instead,
In the silence, where the darkness spread,
Karma’s calling, for the blood you shed.
Can you feel the weight of every life you stole?
The ghosts of the past, they’ve come to take their toll,
We rise from the shadows, no longer your prey,
Your reckoning’s here, there’s no running away.
So take us out to the back of the shed,
But this time it’s you who’ll lie in that bed,
You thought we were gone, but we’ve come to collect,
Karma’s hand is heavy, and it’s aimed at your neck.
Attempt 6
take me out to the back of the shed shoot me in the back of the head now I look to be quite dead you take the second out to the back of your shed you shoot her in the back of her head you took us all to the back of the shed you shot us all in the backs of our heads now we all look to be quite dead
Whispers in the wind, shadows creep in,
You thought you’d bury us deep in sin,
But the earth you used to cover our grave,
Now it crumbles, can you feel it cave?
You led us out to the back of the shed,
Where your demons dance, and the ground runs red,
In the silence, where nightmares are fed,
Karma’s a beast, and it’s hungry for your head.
The darkness you sowed now wraps around,
Dragging you down, no escape to be found,
We’re the voices that haunt you, the screams in the night,
The reckoning's here, no more hiding from the light.
So take us out to the back of the shed,
But it’s your turn now, feel the weight of dread,
You thought we were gone, but we rise from the dead,
Karma’s blade is sharp, and it’s stained with your thread.
Attempt 7
take me out to the back of the shed shoot me in the back of the head now I look to be quite dead you take the second out to the back of your shed you shoot her in the back of her head you took us all to the back of the shed you shot us all in the backs of our heads now we all look to be quite dead
Whispers in the wind, shadows creep in,
You thought you’d bury us deep in sin,
But the earth you used to cover our grave,
Now it crumbles, can you feel it cave?
You led us out to the back of the shed,
Where your demons dance, and the ground runs red,
In the silence, where nightmares are fed,
Karma’s a beast, and it’s hungry for your death.
The darkness you sowed now wraps around,
Dragging you down, no escape to be found,
We’re the voices that haunt you, the screams in the night,
The reckoning's here, no more hiding from the light.
So take us out to the back of the shed,
But it’s your turn now, feel the weight of dread,
You thought we were gone, but we rise from the dead,
Karma’s blade is sharp, and it’s aimed for your head.
Attempt 8
take me out to the back of the shed shoot me in the back of the head now I look to be quite dead you take the second out to the back of your shed you shoot her in the back of her head you took us all to the back of the shed you shot us all in the backs of our heads now we all look to be quite dead
Whispers in the wind, your breath runs cold,
You thought you were fearless, thought you were bold,
But the shadows are growing, closing in tight,
The terror you dealt now returns in the night.
You led us out to the back of the shed,
But the fear in your eyes says it’s you who’s dead,
In the silence, where your nightmares are fed,
Karma’s here, and it’s aimed for your death.
Can you feel the chill creeping up your spine?
The darkness you summoned now claims its design,
Your hands start to shake, your heart pounds loud,
You’re trapped in the horror, no escape allowed.
So take us out to the back of the shed,
But your steps falter, filled with dread,
You thought you were safe, but your soul’s been bled,
Karma’s eyes are on you, and it’s seeing red.
Attempt 9
take me out to the back of the shed shoot me in the back of the head now I look to be quite dead you take the second out to the back of your shed you shoot her in the back of her head you took us all to the back of the shed you shot us all in the backs of our heads now we all look to be quite dead
Whispers in the wind, your heart starts to freeze,
You thought you could outrun the shadows with ease,
But they’re crawling up your back, black as the night,
You can’t escape the fate that’s gripping you tight.
You led us out to the back of the shed,
Now the walls are closing in, painted blood-red,
In the silence, where your darkest fears tread,
Karma’s a reaper, and you’re already dead.
Can you feel the darkness swallowing you whole?
The abyss you created is devouring your soul,
Your screams are muffled, drowned by the night,
The horror’s alive, and it’s feeding on your fright.
So take us out to the back of the shed,
But it’s your own noose that you’ve carefully thread,
The shadows are laughing, your fate’s been read,
Karma’s hand is cold, and it’s coming for your head.
Attempt 10
take me out to the back of the shed shoot me in the back of the head now I look to be quite dead you take the second out to the back of your shed you shoot her in the back of her head you took us all to the back of the shed you shot us all in the backs of our heads now we all look to be quite dead
Whispers in the wind, the ghosts start to rise,
You can feel their breath, see the fear in their eyes,
Their chains drag heavy, echoing in the night,
They’ve come to collect, to drag you from the light.
You led us out to the back of the shed,
But we linger here, where the living once bled,
In the shadows, where our spirits are fed,
We haunt these walls, and we fill you with dread.
Can you hear our voices, cold as the grave?
We’re the souls you abandoned, the ones you couldn’t save,
Our hands reach out, cold fingers on your skin,
You’re trapped in the place where your nightmares begin.
So take us out to the back of the shed,
But it’s not just your fear that’s filling your head,
We’re the whispers, the footsteps, the blood you once shed,
Karma’s alive, and it’s bringing back the dead.
Final draft ?
Take me out to the back of the shed,
Shoot me in the back of the head,
Now I look to be quite dead,
You take the second out to the back of your shed,
You shoot her in the back of her head,
You took us all to the back of the shed,
You shot us all in the backs of our heads,
Now we all look to be quite dead.
Whispers in the wind, shadows creep in,
You thought you’d bury us deep in sin,
But the ghosts you made now rise from the grave,
They haunt your mind, there’s nothing left to save.
You led us out to the back of the shed,
But the walls are closing in, painted blood-red,
In the silence, where your darkest fears tread,
We haunt these grounds, and fill you with dread.
Can you feel the chill creeping up your spine?
The darkness you summoned now claims its design,
Your hands start to shake, your heart pounds loud,
You’re trapped in the horror, no escape allowed.
Your breath runs cold as the shadows grow near,
The terror you dealt now returns as your fear,
Our hands reach out, cold fingers on your skin,
You’re trapped in the place where your nightmares begin.
You led us out to the back of the shed,
But the fire you started, now it’s your turn instead,
In the silence, where your nightmares are fed,
Karma’s a beast, and it’s hungry for your death.
Can you hear our voices, cold as the grave?
We’re the souls you abandoned, the ones you couldn’t save,
The darkness you sowed now wraps around,
Dragging you down, no escape to be found.
The abyss you created is devouring your soul,
Your screams are muffled, drowned by the toll,
You led us here, to where your demons bled,
Now we rise as the echoes of the dead.
So take us out to the back of the shed,
But it’s your own noose that you’ve carefully thread,
You thought we were gone, but we rise from the dead,
Karma’s blade is cold, and it’s aimed for your neck.
Another version with victims
Take me out to the back of the shed,
Shoot me in the back of the head,
Now I look to be quite dead,
You took the second out to the shed,
You shot her down, just like you said,
One by one, we all were led,
To the place where nightmares fed.
Whispers in the wind, shadows creep in,
You thought you’d bury us deep in sin,
But the ghosts you made now rise from the grave,
They haunt your mind, there's nothing left to save.
The third was silent, never spoke a word,
But in the night, her cries were heard,
You took her hand, led her to the end,
Now her ghost is the one you can’t defend.
The fourth was young, with eyes so wide,
She trusted you, but you lied,
You led her out with a smile on your face,
Now her laughter echoes in this cursed place.
The fifth was brave, tried to fight back,
But you dragged him down, into the black,
His strength is gone, but his spirit remains,
And now his rage courses through your veins.
Whispers in the wind, shadows creep in,
You thought you’d bury us deep in sin,
But the ghosts you made now rise from the grave,
They haunt your mind, there's nothing left to save.
The sixth was lost, never found her way,
But you took her hand and led her astray,
Now she wanders, trapped in your lies,
Her tears fall like rain from haunted skies.
The seventh begged, pleaded for her life,
But you silenced her with your sharpened knife,
Now she speaks in the dead of night,
Whispering your name in cold, pale light.
Can you feel the chill creeping up your spine?
The darkness you summoned now claims its design,
Your hands start to shake, your heart pounds loud,
You’re trapped in the horror, no escape allowed.
The eighth was your friend, trusted and true,
But you led him out with a smile, too,
Now his shadow lingers, watching your fall,
In every corner, his name you hear call.
The ninth was broken, already scarred,
But you pushed him down, made it hard,
Now he haunts your dreams, with eyes so cold,
His story in blood and pain retold.
Whispers in the wind, shadows creep in,
You thought you’d bury us deep in sin,
But the ghosts you made now rise from the grave,
They haunt your mind, there's nothing left to save.
The first was the one who knew you best,
The one you took before all the rest,
She watched as you led the others astray,
But now she’s the one who leads the fray.
She gathers us all in the dead of night,
Whispers of revenge, a plan so tight,
We rise together, hands intertwined,
Your fate is sealed, our vengeance aligned.
When you go out to the back of the shed,
Your footsteps heavy, your heart filled with dread,
The air grows cold, the night turns black,
You see our faces, and there’s no turning back.
We stand as one, with eyes so cold,
The sins you sowed, now tenfold,
Your breath is caught, you can’t break free,
This is the end, the final decree.
In the silence, where you once bled,
Karma’s hand guides the bullet to your head,
You fall to the ground, as the darkness spreads,
And now you’re the one who’s finally dead.
So take us out to the back of the shed,
But it’s your own noose that you’ve carefully thread,
You thought we were gone, but we rise from the dead,
Karma’s blade is cold, and it’s aimed for your neck.
Killers intro v1
In a town where shadows never sleep,
There lived a soul, twisted and deep,
A man of charm, with a devil's grin,
But underneath, there lay the sin.
His past was dark, a childhood torn,
Raised in chaos, where love was scorned,
He learned to hate, he learned to hide,
The darkness grew, festering inside.
His hands were stained long before he knew,
A life of pain, where nothing was true,
He led them all, with a smile so wide,
But in his heart, the darkness thrived.
Each step he took, he left a scar,
On those who trusted, who followed far,
And in the end, his twisted game,
Would bring him to the brink of shame.
Killers intro v2
In a town cursed by shadows and dread,
Lurks a being who lives among the dead,
Once a man, but now a twisted soul,
Consumed by darkness, his heart black as coal.
No kindness, no love ever touched his heart,
From the start, he was darkness, set apart,
Not born of flesh, but of hatred and pain,
A creature who revels in the blood-stained rain.
He’s not a man, but a monster in disguise,
With a cold, dead stare and soulless eyes,
His deeds are written in blood, not ink,
A nightmare made real, from which you can't blink.