Jason is here; mask and machete on.
There are no good luck charms.
You can run, but you can’t hide.
There is no escape for you, why?
Because we’re here to take you down
Until you bleed and bleed underground,
So be prepared. Don’t stay.
This is our territory, so run, run away
To your fiery Hell. That’s what you get,
Your karma you’ll never forget.
If you step on any concrete cracks,
We’ll break your fragile necks.
Walk under ladders and shatter mirrors,
Then you’ll die in bloodshed and terror.
Black cats are walking on your paths;
Soon, they will skin you with a scratch.
Beautiful musical screams, delicious blood.
Nothing is better than these two, and dead victims in mud.
After all, it’s beautiful lucky thirteen,
At least to Jason and me.