| Monstrous
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| My thoughts
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| Revolting visions, carnage
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| Bloodbath
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| My dream
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| Gore soaked
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| My hands
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| Hallucination, or real
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| I wield
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| The blade
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| Grotesque… mind… grotesque
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| Visions
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| Murder
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| See myself slashing, the throats
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| Victims
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| My friends
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| Horror
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| My crimes
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| Fiendish memory, did I
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| Kill them
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| I must know
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| Did I kill, did I kill, did I kill, did I kill, did I kill, did I kill,
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| did I kill, did I kill them?
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| Life long friend
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| Cut off his head
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| How can this be I butchered them?
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| Why would I slaughter them?
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| Who gave me this knife to kill them with?
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| How could I chop them up?
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| Survey my massacre
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| Fragments of my comrades carpet
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| The ground below
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| I want to escape
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| Stab myself suicide wake me up set me free
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| Grotesque… mind… grotesque
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| Did I kill, did I kill, did I kill, did I kill, did I kill, did I kill,
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| did I kill, did I kill them?
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| Did I kill them? |