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Into a world of pain, sinister outcome slices through |
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Steel cuts through skin, blood of old, blood of new |
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Become his hideous art, watching yourself die |
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You and your limbs now part, exanguate his high |
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Laid out on the table, strapped down, cannot move |
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The parting of your skin, precise butchering ensues |
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He will not let you die, prefers ripe and fresh |
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One cut at a time, the taste of still warm flesh |
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Cutless for his plate, sucking marrow from your bones |
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Drawing back his blade, ignoring screams and groans |
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All you are to him in livestock in the yard |
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Butchered and prepared, all your delicious parts |
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Entering now into his slaughter house |
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Incensed by blood, serving the butchers crown |
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Entering now into his slaughter house |
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Incensed by blood, serving the butchers crown |
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Laid out on the table, strapped down, cannot move |
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The parting of your skin, precise butchering ensues |
|
He will not let you die, prefers ripe and fresh |
|
One cut at a time, the taste of still warm flesh |
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Into a world of pain, sinister outcome slices through |
|
Steel cuts through skin, blood of old, blood of new |
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Become his hideous art, watching yourself die |
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You and your limbs now part, exanguate his high |
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Entering now into his slaughter house |
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Incensed by blood, serving the butchers crown |
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Gleaming of his blade reflecting in his eyes |
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Gutted and fileted, another animal dies |
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Hands like a surgeon, mouth is like a pig |
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Carves up his dinner, from your supple skin |
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Cutless for his plate, sucking marrow from your bones |
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Drawing back his blade, ignoring screams and groans |
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All you are to him in livestock in the yard |
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Butchered and prepared, all your delicious parts |
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Entering now into his slaughter house |
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Incensed by blood, serving the butchers crown |
