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Back again to kill and gut |
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I crave intestine |
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Fist fucked, reduced to a stump |
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Kill allSkinless body, naked hanging |
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Blood is draining |
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Carving, killing, swollen beauty |
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Holes appearing |
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Brutalizing, convulsing |
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Skinned and greasy |
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Still breathing, anal carving |
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Holes are oozing |
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Slit your throat deep |
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Off cane your head |
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Pulled out the guts |
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Right through your fucking neck |
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Don't think |
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I give a fuck |
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About your life or religion |
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I don't fucking care |
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About the world you fucking live in |
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Injecting bleach into your eyes |
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Body starts to quiver |
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Spilled your guts onto the floor |
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Consume the fecal drainage |
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Liver withered, appendix punctured |
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Pancreatic explosion |
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Knife scraping spinal bone |
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Like nails on a chalk board |
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The pigs that want to lock me up |
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But they still don't know who |
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I amI leave a trail of blood and guts |
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ColdImpulse to disembowel |
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Impulse to disembowel |
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Impulse to disembowel |
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Impulse to disembowel |
