| My fast heart is beating
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| My soul cut and bleeding
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| My hells are too meeting
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| With the man inside my brain
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| I tell him the all as
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| I stand and I fall
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| And just to top it all
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| I pay him for the task
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| My guts I am spilling
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| I tell of the killings
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| With me at top billing
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| I take off the mask
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| His jaw starts a dropping
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| I say there’s no stopping
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| The blood I’ll be mopping
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| Right there on his couch
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| Another time he’ll ask me
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| What it is I’m thinking
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| And I will have to show him
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| I long to see him dead
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| The walls dripping red
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| From the axe in his head
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| And I’m sure now he’s dead
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| By the look in his eyes
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| Put me to sleep and hypnotize
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| See the dead stare in my eyes
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| Let your guard down when you try
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| To get inside my head
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| Dive in deep into my mind wonder
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| All the things you’ll find
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| A war is up your death is
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| Signed session over-dead
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| I think I’m starting to go
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| Crazy over wanting to kill
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| I think I’ll never stop the
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| Craving to see blood start to spill
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| I see the outcome when your heart
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| Stops beating and I start to sweat
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| I love the moment when you’re
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| Dead but haven’t taken your last breath
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| The cops busting in
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| In the middle of my sin
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| I stop and start to grin
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| As I see the bodies fly
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| In my mind I kill them all
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| Heads will roll and bodies fall
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| Blood and guts and that is
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| All that you can recognize
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| I come back from a daydream
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| Open eyes and start to scream
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| What does all this gore mean
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| Is it really real or not
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| Splash my face and rub my eyes
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| Maybe noone really dies
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| Open up to realize
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| Its all inside my head
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| I think I’m starting to go
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| Crazy over wanting to kill
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| I think I’ll never stop the
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| Craving to see blood start to spill
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| I see the outcome when your heart
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| Stops beating and I start to sweat
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| I love the moment when you’re dead
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| But haven’t taken your last breath
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| I think I’m starting to go
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| Crazy over wanting to kill
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| I think I’ll never stop the
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| Craving to see blood start to spill
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| I think I’m starting to go
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| Crazy over wanting to kill
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| I think I’ll never stop the
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| Craving to see blood start to spill
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| I see the outcome when your heart
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| Stops beating and I start to sweat
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| I love the moment when you’re dead
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| But haven’t taken your last breath yet |