| Torn from your body, removed while you scream
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| Dissect to collect, my blade now reaps
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| Pieces of flesh lie side by side
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| Worn on my body or put on display
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| You mark your skin, it gives you pleasure
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| I take your precious art, it becomes my leather
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| Taking your hide before you have died
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| Decency defied
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| Crudely I cut away
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| All are my prey
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| Tell me how it feels
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| When your flesh is peeled
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| You are vain with your art
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| I desire it torn apart
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| With my insane hunting the removal of flesh now starts
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| You mark your skin, it gives you pleasure
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| I take your precious art, it becomes my leather
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| Taking your hide before you have died
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| Decency defied
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| To you a design
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| Now a trophy made mine
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| To you a design
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| Now a trophy made mine
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| I seek to find
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| To satisfy my fucked mind
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| I seek to find
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| To satisfy my fucked mind
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| (Solo by Jack Owen)
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| Ignoring your cries
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| Exposing your insides
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| Violence defined
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| Torn from your body, removed while you scream
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| Dissect to collect my blade now reaps
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| Pieces of flesh lie side by side
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| Worn on my body or put on display
|
| You mark your skin, it gives you pleasure
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| I take your precious art, it becomes my leather
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| Taking your hide before you have died
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| Decency defied |