| «Behold!
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| The blade is nice and dull from the millions of heads, from the millions that
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| we left for dead
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| Bluntly disassembled and painfully dissected
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| With an instrument of gore, bisected heads like rose pedals litter the floor
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| Clinically insane — serotonin flooding the brain
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| A sudden charge of epinephrine leaves my victims writhing in pain
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| In ecstasy I continue to maim — no one around me shall remain the same
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| I can take off their scalp, watch the cranium palpitate, bleeding and throw
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| them away
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| I decide your fate
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| I say you’re too late
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| With the Judgment Stick of hate
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| I decapitate
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| With this axe… I behead.
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| With this knowledge I’ve obtained of the human race
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| I leave you dead…
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| I’ve stared in the eyes of my helpless casualties
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| I’ve yet to experience any kind of «human"remorse…
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| I stand on the harvest floor
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| The place where death shows it’s face
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| And extinguishes all of the human race…
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| Behold!
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| A blade to crush the skull, the ribcage, break every bone and destroy every
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| membrane
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| Smite the people with vengeance and bring damnation upon their descendents
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| Bluntly disassembled and painfully dissected with an assemblage of gore,
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| bisected heads, appendages, intestines and more!
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| Clinically deranged — norepinephrine driving me insane
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| A sudden charge of adrenaline leaves my victims writhing in pain
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| In ecstasy I continue to maim — everyone now just a pawn in my game
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| I can remove their faces now displaced in ways that you never thought could
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| happen again
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| Like the murders of yore
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| Dearly departed and discarded gore
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| Forever living in my mind
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| In axetasy — the only peace I can find…
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| I decide your fate
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| I say you’re too late
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| With the Judgment Stick of hate
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| I decapitate
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| With this axe… I behead
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| With this knowledge I’ve obtained of the human race
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| I leave you dead…
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| I’ve stared in the eyes of my helpless casualties
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| I’ve yet to experience any kind of «human"remorse…
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| I stand on the harvest floor
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| The place where death shows it’s face
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| And extinguishes all of the human race…
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| In axetasy it’s fight or flight
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| Euphoria in slice and dice
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| No better way to spend my nights
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| In axetasy I end your life" |