| I have the mind of an animal
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| Hunger makes me plan my next kill
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| Lack of empathy destroys my path
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| I have a craving, i have my free will
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| No consequence of eating meat from the weak
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| No sense of guilt inviting flies for meat feast
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| My teeth are sinking into fresh opened wound
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| No interrogation follows my nature
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| Primitive killing machine
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| Living for the slay
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| Force-fed the apocalypse
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| I speak for no one now
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| I am the one to speak my mind
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| And lies i will decline
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| I am the primitive killing machine
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| Have it all demand no less
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| Settle for total domain
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| Leave only emptiness
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| I spit on the remains or death
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| I am the primitive killing machine
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| Empathy destroys my path
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| Ignoring humane remains
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| I have the mind of an animal
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| Hunger makes me plan my next kill
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| Buried alive in a death-cult sewage
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| There’s a sickening stench that make you empty your bowels
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| Fascination builds the lust, my bloodlust, my need to kill
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| Beyond temptation the beast within rises
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| Self-cannibalization detached from emotion
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| Primal instinct wakes to eternal sleep
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| Your own intestines are caught in your teeth
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| Primitive killing machine |