| In the dark of the night I search
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| For a victim, an easy target
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| Death decay murder, die motherfucker die
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| Death decay murder, ease my pain, die
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| Someone who will ease my pain
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| Someone to slowly take away
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| A voice inside my head
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| Tells me how to be free
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| A need that has to be fed
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| A path where to be led
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| Death decay murder, die motherfucker die
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| Death decay murder, ease my pain, die
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| Lust for blood increasing
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| A deep urge for pus and gore
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| Death decay murder, die motherfucker die
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| Death decay murder, ease my pain, die
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| Longing to feast on their flesh
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| Longing to feast on the dead
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| Carving to be the bone
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| Slicing tissues and brutalize
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| Obscene pleasure infested
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| No remorse dwells inside of me
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| Cut, slice and hack
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| Let the knife do the talking
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| Internal organ removal
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| Centinex approval
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| Longing to feast on their flesh
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| Longing to feast on the dead |