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Emotional Rescue...
The flames of justice burn in his heart, and heat his fevered brow
Killer's senses are tuned to the max, he ain't giving up now
He will find the perpetrator, the cops can't bring to bay
The nasty freak, the pervert, that struck just yesterday
The little girl that didn't know, not to go with the smiling man
When he said; "Hey come find my dog, we can look from in my van"
Terrible things were done to her, her body tortured and broken
Things that shouldn't happen, that were better left unspoken