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In the kitchen |
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With a screaming triple amputee... |
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Its completion depends solely |
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On my needs... |
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Said amputee's stumps |
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Are my way of saying... \"Thank you |
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Just for being you.\" |
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Its fear tastes better than its limbs. |
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Terror of morality |
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I draw from the slowly dying damned |
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Monsters live behind my eyes; |
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I let them out and people die. |
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And all the grave worms |
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That come for their piece of meat? |
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I give them dead things. |
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The wretched living are mine alone |
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Fright mounts with the body count |
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To which anthropomancy predicts a decline |
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In all of God's creation, |
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Can there be a lifestyle that's better than this? |
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I mark my territory |
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With their blood and excritement |
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And adipocere... |
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I can find my way in the dark; |
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My fulfilment is habitually necromanic |
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And anal abusive. |
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Seen through the eyes of a mortician |
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They've \"caught\" me, as they call it; |
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My teeth and my semen have betrayed me. |
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Nevermore! |
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Tests to gauge my rationale, |
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The likes of which these feeble minds have |
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Never seen. |
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Rorschach blotters, |
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My responses to which inspire fear... |
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From my lizard side, |
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The amoral alien speaks; |
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\"These aren't butterflies, |
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I see a face I'd like to burn.\" |
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Obfuscation |
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Of the authorities with lies, |
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And my natur |
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Alability to charm and be me, |
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Or whoever they want; |
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I've known all minds by divine right. |
