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Random torture, suffer for my needs |
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Slicing and cutting, submit to my torment |
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Pierced with nails, reincarnated puppet vacillating |
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On the verge in a blaze of gory |
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Moulding the eructations of my carnal artistry... |
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Gathering the insides, winnowing inferior guts |
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I sever and dismember, hack fervidly with gasping cuts |
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Fleshtised... Cuts... |
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Muscular limbs, a perfect casket, how fanatic can I get? |
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Different corporal parts, agglutinated with suture |
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From a delusion to a morbid stature |
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Rashes of skin, stitched from within |
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I'm pulling the strings, resurgence spreads its wings |
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Veins are dangling, bloody chunks, bloody chunks exfoliate |
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Its countenance purses, the artifact expectorates... |
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My creative is urge fed by engineering the dead |
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Excessive gore is what I need... to nurture my carnarstistic need |
