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They curse the day |
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When I was born |
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Mentally deranged |
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Fits of raving madness |
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Immolate beyond the grave |
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Celebrate and enjoy |
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The thrusts with my knife |
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The way you feel |
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Is the way you will die |
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You think you're dead |
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But you're just skinned alive |
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I hear you cry |
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But slow and sure |
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Your skin will be my toy |
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Death becomes |
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Second nature to me |
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My heart expands with joy |
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Celebrate and enjoy |
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The thrusts with my knife |
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The way you feel |
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Is the way you will die |
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You think you're dead |
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But you're just skinned alive |
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Liquidation and supreme sacrifice |
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Deeply afflicted faces |
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Appetising body odour |
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Anguish but rest in pieces |
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Celebrate and enjoy |
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The thrusts with my knife |
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The way you feel |
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Is the way you will die |
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You think you're dead |
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But you're just skinned alive |