| The floor cracks under the hostile steps
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| The laughs escapes from the muddy ground
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| Among the wolves walks the faceless
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| Scarce become the food and the distant preys
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| Delighting in the unbearable stench
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| Left from the blood of the snowy wood
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| Paranoid delusion
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| A schizophrenic conviction, Leatherface
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| A pathological pregnancy, Leatherface
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| Reborn through the warmth of the infection
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| A new level of anthropomorphism, Leatherface
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| He contemplates his proudly raised family
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| His breath is heavy and hot under the mask
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| He beholds the violence of their constant asthenia
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| Dislocated marionettes hanging at the end of their ropes
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| Moving with the wind in an epileptic dance
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| «get your hands of me»
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| The tears warm up his cheeks and he can’t stop laughing
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| «get you hands of me»
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| He slowly disappears in a dark corner
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| Watch them play
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| Cofined to shadow
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| Insidious and irreligious
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| The fresh liquids make the tools shine
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| The hammer smiles with cruelty for the metamorphosis
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| Seducing the needles craving for their path through the flesh
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| He can’t remove the thorns of reality
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| Gone inside too deep, invisible
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| Making him suffer in the shallows
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| Insidious and irreligious
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| Fuck you all! |