I feel her every night
Even when she's out of sight
Telling me exactly what the killer did
Showing me just how she died
That is why I'm sleep deprived
She's sitting on the edge of my bed
And every time she cries poor baby
What's wrong
What's wrong
Not a chance to say goodbye to her kids
What's wrong
What's wrong
In a bloody sacrifice poor baby
What's wrong
What's wrong
And I don't know who would take her life on a Halloween night and why
If you don't call out for help how would you save yourself
If you don't call out for help how would you save yourself
If you don't call out for help how would you save yourself
If you don't call out for help how would you save yourself
She looked me in the eyes
Showing me a guy disguised
In a cloak with a hood on his head
Her arms and legs were tied
For a sacred sacrifice
And she died by the blade in his hand
She told me that is why
She won't go into the light
If the cult isn't caught for what they did
So she came into my life
In the middle of the night
Cause I see the ghost of people who are dead
And every time she cries poor baby
What's wrong
What's wrong
Not a chance to say goodbye to her kids
What's wrong
What's wrong
In a bloody sacrifice poor baby
What's wrong
What's wrong
And I don't know who would take her life on a Halloween night and why
If you don't call out for help how would you save yourself
If you don't call out for help how would you save yourself
If you don't call out for help how would you save yourself
If you don't call out for help how would you save yourself
So when the f.b.i
Looked into the crime
Knowing that I'm a psychic
We were headed out to find
What was hiding in plain sight
The sacrificial knife behined the shed
She fought with all her might
Knowing she was filled with fright
At the sight that we all came to dread
They were beating her behind
Within an inch of her life
By the time we arrived she was dead
Her spirit led us in the shed
I got dizzy in the head
And I threw up at the stench of someone dead
Looking straight ahead
I see stains of blood that tread
To a dress bleeding red and ripped to shreds
She was laying in a circle of
Candles and a journal
In it was a ritual that someone read
And all around the circle
People cloaked in purple
Mixing up the herbals in the blood she bled
And every time she cries poor baby
What's wrong
What's wrong
Not a chance to say goodbye to her kids
What's wrong
What's wrong
In a bloody sacrifice poor baby
What's wrong
What's wrong
And I don't know who would take her life on a Halloween night and why
If you don't call out for help how would you save yourself
If you don't call out for help how would you save yourself
If you don't call out for help how would you save yourself
If you don't call out for help how would you save yourself