| Vicious thoughts will overpower
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| His virulent mind explodes
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| Unable to suppress the madness
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| He can’t contain this inner pain
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| Compelled to
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| Lacerate
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| Rending for release
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| Set free souls through holes in their skin
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| Murdered, or have they been saved
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| Bleeding corpse his work of art
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| Human flesh a canvas
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| Craftsman of macabre creations
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| He can’t control it makes him whole
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| Compelled to
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| Lacerate
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| Rending for release
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| Slicing through victims and then he stands back
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| To admire what he has done
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| Mutilate
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| Ruptured figures sprawl
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| Slaughtered in a rage now left to be found
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| A gristly gift of art
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| Mangle them ripping death lacerate them
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| Stunning victims with a club abducted with
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| Stealth taken to his home
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| Ropes and chains restrain his living subject of art
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| He stabs
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| Grating with a jagged edge his prey screams in pain
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| Writhing under his knife
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| Driven to improve his victims through gruesome
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| Design, he cannot stop
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| Compelled to
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| Lacerate rendering for release
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| Mutilate now it’s time to slice
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| Mangle them ripping death lacerate them
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| Lacerate
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| Rending for release
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| Slicing through victims and the he stands back
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| To admire what he has done
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| Mutilate
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| Ruptured figures sprawl
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| Slaughtered in a rage now left to be found
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| A grisly gift of art |