| Late at night, go for a ride
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| I’m on my way to paradise
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| Looking around to find some victims
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| My playroom is empty, I guess it’s time
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| Time to shed some blood tonight
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| Time for the unholy ripping knife
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| Looking around to find some victims
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| An order of my inner voice
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| Grind the knives
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| Waiting for the darkened night
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| Killing spree
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| Break the spell of sanity
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| Wield the blades
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| In the dark and dismal shades
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| Killing spree
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| The madman’s on the hunt
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| Late at night, my playroom is loaded
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| I’m feeling like in paradise
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| Screams for mercy, cries of pain
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| Just like a symphony in my brain
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| The knife’s my paintbrush, the knife’s my tool
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| I am an artist without rules
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| Corpses are my passion
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| Blood is my obsession
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| Grind the knives
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| Waiting for the darkened night
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| Killing spree
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| Break the spell of sanity
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| Wield the blades
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| In the dark and dismal shades
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| Killing spree
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| The madman’s on the hunt |