| Walking down the street, the smell of death in the air
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| What a rotting stench
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| My imagination runs wild at what this could be
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| Open up the can to discover a dead body
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| Or what was left of one, pieces in a bag
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| Blood is everywhere what a retched sight
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| Cut up really small by a razor sharp knife
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| Lying in the garbage no one else knows
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| What I have found, what should I do
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| Take it to the police or make it into stew
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| This was an evil committed by the insane
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| Looking down laughing, I am the same
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| The sight of death drives me nuts, I must kill, to control my brain
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| Swept away by my lust to cause pain, mutilation is my only want
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| The evil inside me gives me the strength to kill at will
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| My life is the means to cause death in the most sinister ways
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| I see it in your eyes the fear that keeps me alive
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| I’ll take it away, your life will end today
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| I’ll leave you to rot, what a sick odor
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| Scream all you want, but you can’t stop this horror
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| Tasting your life as I drink your blood
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| Ripping out your insides, chewing on your spleen
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| Dead or living flesh is what I crave
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| I’ll kill someone or eat from a grave |