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Thrust your razor nails into my chest and spin |
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Sling blood in a circular pattern; the carcass is battered |
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Rowing through a sea of savages, men left in ruin |
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Is this what you would call torture growing into a man? |
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...Sling....Sling |
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Into my flesh, she carved a hollow, heart will be raw |
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Into my flesh, I search for something sweet just for your tongue |
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She smiles with innocence, dancing with silence, feasting on every last inch of my pride |
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Soulless, black eyes |
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Shocking the mess that followed my dull knife |
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Just a puddle, just a puddle of piss |
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Shocking the mess that followed my dull knife |
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Just a puddle, just a puddle of piss |
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Starved me of the simplest things, it is of no cause |
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I will do what need |
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Cut the throat of the beast |
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The color is unexpected |
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Intriguing my throat |
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Fill it up, down it goes |
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Shocking the mess that followed my dull knife |
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Just a puddle, just a puddle of piss |
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Shocking the mess that followed my dull knife |
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Just a puddle, just a puddle of piss |