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Stalk them, prepare them, and fetch them |
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Bind them, torture them, and kill them |
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You are the master |
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You fooled the coppers |
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You felt the power |
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In your bare hands |
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Unparalleled pleasure |
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When you took their lives |
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Memories where not enough |
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Trophies and photos |
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Caught by the killings |
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Didn't fulfil your needs |
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First the Oteros were slain |
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After that the Brights were sacrificed |
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You left your mark |
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You left your signature |
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When you opened your hit kit |
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Filled with your trademarks |
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Suffocate till they pass out |
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With tape, cirds and bags |
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Suffocate twice until death |
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And masturbate on their corpse |
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Driven by the factor X |
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And never feeling guilt |
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Tears only for yourself |
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Never for your projects |
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Fantasies and search for fame |
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Brought you down |
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Unknown victims you only know |
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Will thrive in your fantasies until you die |
