| Memory of the insane
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| Of killing in so man ways, homicidal
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| Seeking redemption through rage
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| With hacksaws I decapitated them all
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| Blood covers the groud, my feet are saturaed
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| Rottig flesh scattered around, I feel no remorse
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| I don’t remember my name
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| Or when blood of the dead flowed so relentlessly
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| Extracting the brains from the skulls
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| My anger evolves with the more heads I deform
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| Sawing the neck I am engulfed in fantasy
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| Chew the esophagus, cannibal delicacy
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| Utterly execerbated, forver deleterious
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| Slicing through skin, sundered larynx,
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| Veins spraying blood
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| Tattered windpipe, facial carvings,
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| Another head to abhor
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| Beheading sustains my desire
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| Enhancing my primitive mind
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| Annihilation without repreving
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| (Solo — O’Brien)
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| Memory of the insane
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| Of killing in so man ways, homicidal
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| Seeking redemption through rage
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| With hacksaws I decapitated them at will
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| Predacious, violent killing spree
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| Abolished, putrescent cadavers
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| Butchered in excrement, sordid obscurity
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| Feverish hunger to inhale the stench of their death |