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A diseased mind wanting to kill |
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The difference of life and death the same |
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Forced to die against your own will |
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Hi cracks a grin as you wither away |
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The knife sunk in your chest again |
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Will the homicide ever end |
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Disembowelment, the killings seem the same |
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Removal of the visceral mass to him it's just a game |
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Decimation |
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Ritualistic death, waiting to hear your last breath |
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I get pleasure from watching you die |
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Your remains are mine to do as |
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I please A collage of the dead fills my wall |
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Slicing and hacking |
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I do it with ease |
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Fall to the ground and scream all you want |
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It does no good for your sleep t shall haunt |
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Flowing, a stream of red death |
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Something not right in the mind |
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Slice your thoat from behind |
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Creep up to you in your sleep |
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Stick a blade down in deep |
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No need to have fear |
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Don't shiver when |
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I'm near |
