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Recognizable no more |
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I've deflowered your corpse |
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Robbed it of its identity |
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The face was yours now it's for me |
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Looking thru eyeholes of another's face |
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Adhered to mine, my mask of death |
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From the latter of my kills |
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Stripped from the bloody hunk of head |
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On my shelves my favorites |
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Plastered on foam mannequin heads |
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The rest are used as flesh wallpaper |
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Over one hundred dead |
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A fetish my collection |
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As it constantly grows and grows |
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A mystery to the public eye |
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Leftovers in the road |
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Another night another face |
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I wear my last victim before I erase |
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Another life another knife |
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To once again be utilized |
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Freelance surgeon blood emerging |
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From the orafices freed of flesh |
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When I wear a face |
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It brings me closer to your death |
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When you die I do not care |
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I'm gone without a trace |
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I've left behind a messy corpse |
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A stiff robbed of its face |
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E.C. |
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The feel of wet skin upon skin |
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The blood runs down my chin |
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Each time a new disguise |
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I'm seeing thru your eyes |