| I arrive at the scene
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| 12 mangled bodies
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| Looks like a wild party
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| This is less a house than a raw meat grinder
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| We’d better call for back up
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| The pure amount of gore I’ve never seen before
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| Excuse me while i vomit
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| And the pieces of the victims faces
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| Normally would not phase me
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| But this is gut-busted mondo mutilation
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| These dead chunks sure are weighty
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| I bury my emotions and return myself to work
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| Studying more closely, things aren’t as they appear
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| Ruined faces all alike, skulls are gently smoking
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| Search among the bits of body any shred of evidence
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| Devastated livingroom, used rubbers and some beer
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| Ruined faces all alike, skulls are gently smoking
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| On closer inspection
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| What clue could fit?
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| Facial lacerations
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| Removed lips
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| Amidst the carnal carnage of this fatal swingers slaughter
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| A nauseating haze of thick narcotic mist
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| Astonishingly evident the bong had just been roasting
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| Overseeing everthing from within it’s darkened corner
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| A lone and smoking bong seems to be our only witness
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| If I smoke will I learn?
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| Might as well try
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| Case closed with one quick burn?
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| Profiling
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| Drugs enjoyed before death
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| Their finall thrill
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| My lungs solve within breath
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| Bud beguiled
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| Inebriated, I unravel this mystery
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| Dead by bong
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| Literally dead by bong
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| Choke my last as I die too
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| My poisoned body breaks
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| Head explodes
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| I was wrong, I fucked up
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| I’m dead by bong too |