| Still haunted by those savage dreams
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| The mind obsessed by blood and guts
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| Fiction shapes reality
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| The thirst for pain must be satisfied
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| A grotesque sense of relief follows every act of violence
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| Blood from slaughtered rats and insects covers the butcher block
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| Stab and stab again
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| Maim without control
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| I, I killed them, I killed them all
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| They are dead, they will never breathe again
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| Now the prey increase in size, neighbors lose their animals
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| Dissected pets cut into pieces, burned to ashes in the stone
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| Still craving more blood and intestines
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| Animals can’t satisfy the urge
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| The taste for cutting into human flesh will now be unleashed
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| Chained to the wall the butchery will begin
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| Knives and axes carve through their skin
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| Pliers remove tendons and bones
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| Chainsaw ending the reaping of their souls
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| Strengthened with an increased technique, to kill and cut the flesh
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| A growing mental orgasm when the hands get drenched in blood
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| The appetite for human kills is totally out of control
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| Lunacy and butchery walk brutally hand in hand |