| The basement incinerator
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| Is where they’ll put the head
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| Hose the floor and clean the room
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| Anywhere they bled
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| Into boxes go the bags
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| Fill the space with rocks
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| In the dark of night
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| He throws them off the docks
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| Rotting in the river
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| Never to be found
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| Under tons of concrete
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| Deep beneath the ground
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| From behind he grabs his mouth
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| The blade goes to his neck
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| Bulging veins pumping blood
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| He struggles to protect
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| If you don’t cut open the stomach
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| The corpse will rise and float
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| The victim is discovered dead
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| Rotting organs bloat
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| The killer chops the body
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| With a scalpel and an ax
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| The parts are then drained
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| And put into the sacks
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| Grab the neck, Slit the throat, take the life
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| Hang the corpse — Prepare to drain the blood
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| Bone saw, meat cleaver, filleting knife
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| Carve the corpse — Dissect him in the tub
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| Smash the teeth, slice off scars, crush the bones
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| With a crowbar — scrape off all tattoos
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| If you don’t cut open the stomach
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| The corpse will rise and float
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| The victim is discovered dead
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| Rotting organs bloat
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| The killer chops the body
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| With a scalpel and an ax
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| The parts are then drained
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| And put into the sacks
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| Chunks of a skull
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| Sawn in half bones
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| Body is found
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| Killer unknown |