| Take you with my skinning hearth
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| Strap you in my restraining chair
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| Clean and hone my instruments
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| Then the torture will begin
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| Blood drips off your finger tips
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| Drool sags down from your chin
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| Eyes roll back and jowls clench
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| I vigorously carve and peel your skin
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| Chunks of skin fly through the air, nauseating pool of piss
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| And blood evolves beneath the chair
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| As you struggle to stay alive, I’m overwhelmed by laughter
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| I split your scalp spreading it apart
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| Pull your face below your neck
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| From muscle and flesh your skin I’ve pried
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| Grizzly apparel fitted to my size
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| Finger pointing in your blood
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| Rolling in piles of guts
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| Polish and buff your skull
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| Nail your scalp to my wall
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| Grind your bones into dust
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| Cannot stop till all is mush
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| I save tattooed skins
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| Gallons of blood line the floor |