| It will start with an invitation, and who would guess the truth?
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| Nightmare juxtaposition, I’ll lead off your child and need no proof
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| Tiny hands so trusting held in utter evil’s thrall
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| But the innocent is the grey man’s now and I’ll love her like I loved them all
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| Consume her as I did them all?
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| «First I stripped her naked
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| How she did bite and scratch…»
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| Crying supplication and familial appeal
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| Childish retaliation cannot overcome the beast
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| You may bite the hand that eats you but you won’t survive the meal
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| And I may not f*ck the virgin but she will become my feast
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| How sweet her little ass will taste?
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| «I choked her to death
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| Then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat.»
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| The blood thirst overwhelms me
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| Cruciform fixation, indescribably insane
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| Deluded aberration, angels must condone these acts
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| Such brutal flagellation, God must be to blame
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| Pin cushion perversion, subvert the lightning’s wrath
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| Sane, insane, matters not, regardless the grey man’s dead at last |