| Place of pain and death, beyond insanity
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| Out of human sight, beyond the mountain’s teeth
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| Tourniquets
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| Pieces on the floor, unrepentant gore
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| Another backyard burial, another ticket back to hell
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| Hacksaws
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| No one else comes here, just victims that i bring
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| Chloroformed and bound, another bloody offering
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| Graves
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| Tourniquets, Hacksaws and Graves
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| The outside world is gone, this room is all you’ll know
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| From now until the end, terror stabs you to the bone
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| Tourniquets
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| The tourniquet’s administered, it’s only just begun
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| There’s plenty of limbs to remove, I’ll savor every one
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| Hacksaws
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| Squeezing off the veins, cutting off the pain
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| Drawing out the torture, saw and cut again
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| Graves
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| Tourniquets, Hacksaws and Graves
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| Drinking deep your blood, I’m flying high
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| Bathing in it as I look you in the eye
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| Your heart is bursting in your open chest
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| You’ll soon be buried by my hand with all the rest
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| Graves |