| Godforsaken left to rot an orphaned bastard child
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| Mutated product born of incest left out in the wild
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| A bloody bastard lies abandoned still tied to the cord
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| Open his eyes to see more darkness in an evil world
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| So much pain filled with hate it shapes his simple mind
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| Don’t know how don’t know why no sense of days no sense of time
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| All he knows is what he sees and that’s the beast of fame
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| Rippin flesh to survive imbedded in his fuckin brain
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| Raised by the woods provided goods enough for sure survival;
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| No way to read but in his hands he tots a tattered bible
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| He doesn’t have a neighbor in his soul’s just pure conviction
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| He knows there is more like him and they are goin to pay for his affliction
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| There ain’t gon' be no sequel
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| This here is in bred evil
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| Everybody must die
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| Everybody must die
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| Everybody must die
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| There ain’t gon' be no sequel
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| This here is in bred evil
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| Everybody must die
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| Everybody must die
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| Everybody must die
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| Like canopies all the trees provide the perfect cover
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| Hikers, bikers, campers, steamed up windows from the youngest lovers
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| Unaware of the eyes that watch just waiting patient
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| Licks his lips and grins excited drooling heart is fuckin racing
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| So many lost on these roads and trails that lead out here
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| Slaughtered ripped to pieces open stomachs like a baby deer
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| You see the fear on the faces like they standing here
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| Flies and maggots feasting on remains a putrid fucking smell
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| And in the distance a few yards away another shattered life
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| Gutted like a fish the body hidden shadows cover like
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| Another crime scene just like the couple hundred others
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| Vacant left decaying in the open waiting to be discovered
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| There ain’t gon' be no sequel
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| This here is in bred evil
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| Everybody must die
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| Everybody must die
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| Everybody must die
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| There ain’t gon' be no sequel
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| This here is in bred evil
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| Everybody must die
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| Everybody must die
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| Everybody must die
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| He’s alone in a home his family left behind
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| On the couch his ma and pa sitting missing eyes
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| Throughout the rooms and halls the story of a broken boy
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| Bodies line the walls and beds each one they hold a broken toy
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| The smell it lingers every corner filled with pure disease
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| Entrails hung like Christmas lights they decorate the mantlepiece
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| A blackened puddle in the tub bubbles up like tar
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| The stew remains mixed with brains pickled in a jar
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| Everywhere you look sickness fills this little shack
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| Fingers on a paper plate set out for a little snack
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| This is the product of a broken inbred situation
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| Proof that man is born with evil been that way since our creation
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| There ain’t gon' be no sequel
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| This here is in bred evil
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| Everybody must die
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| Everybody must die
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| Everybody must die
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| There ain’t gon' be no sequel
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| This here is in bred evil
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| Everybody must die
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| Everybody must die
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| Everybody must die |