| Violent twitch, growling pitch
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| Mechanical terror is out on the prowl, bitch
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| Tucked within «cadaver's inn»
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| Gonna carve 'em a Siamese fucking twin
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| Fatal roar, fright galore
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| Sweet little dreams soon quartered in four
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| Night’s the bait, death’s the trait
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| Cruel is the fate moving in for the checkmate
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| Carving, cleaving, chopping, cutting, ripping, slicing, laceration
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| Slashing, fucking, hacking, stabbing, piercing, scraping, mutilation
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| The chain and the saw shall be the law
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| Pull the cord to the nightmare overture
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| Horrors of foul gore knock on the door
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| As the blade sings the chainsaw lullaby
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| Mocking, cursing, loathing, grinning, writhing, throbbing, deprivation
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| Sniffling, drooling, hissing, gnawing, chewing, spitting, deformation
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| The chain and the saw shall be the law
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| Pull the cord to the nightmare overture
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| Horrors of foul gore knock on the door
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| As the blade sings the chainsaw lullaby
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| Buzzing air, ill fanfare
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| Engineering the devil’s own welfare
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| Mean machine, ran obscene
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| Offering gas fuelled vaccine
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| Oil on rust, blood on dust
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| Necromantical thirst for motorlust
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| Carving, cleaving, chopping, cutting, ripping, slicing, laceration
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| Slashing, fucking, hacking, shitting, piercing, scraping, mutilation
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| Oh here we go again
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| The honour to say grace with a peeled off face
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| Mal de mer liquid crimson mire
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| A powered carnivore sure ain’t no bore
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| Limbs process the chainsaw lullaby |