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(musick - Matt Harvey; lyrixxx - Ross Sewage, Matt Harvey, 1997) |
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Cleaving away at any extremity, From his torso his appendages are ripped, |
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Another pass of my chainsaw, And his leg is disjoined at the hip, Cutting with |
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my shoulder blade, His forearm I lustily seize, Bit by bit deconstructing his |
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demise, Allowing my victim no piece... Limb from limb... Dislimbing my victims |
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for my collection of severed and rotting keepsakes, Trophies for my room |
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displayed in mylar on decorative platters and stakes, Once in possession of |
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the fleshy sinewy gew gaws that I demand, Only these quadrapalegic cadavers |
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are left to give me a hand... Limb from limb... Taking her hand and arms and |
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legs, She is left looking quite stumped, Collecting the body parts that I |
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greedily hoarde, The torso is callously dumped, Her grevious wounds spill |
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precious ichor, Upon the makeshift abatoir's floor, But the sacrifice is not |
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made in vein, Donating her arms to the poor... Limb from limb, mercilessly |
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taking people for an arm and a leg, Limb from limb, an unscrupulous bargain |
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upon which you cannot reneg, Limb from limb, I have so many, but I always |
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hanker for more, Limb from limb, at times it's impossible to get a foot in the |
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door... Limb from limb... You must hand it to me as I split you at the seams, |
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I always get a leg up on my victims, your ensanguined projections I glean, |
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Jigsawed without hope of reassembly, I take what's yours as mine, You watch as |
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your existence slips away, your losing it one piece at a time... |
