| Something dormant inside of me
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| An evil awakened, soon to be free
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| A murderous vision of what’s to be
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| Axe against the torso, gushing murderous, infectious, homicide
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| Thirst for the blood spray, spilling, coloring the walls red
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| Dead in seconds, mutilate extremities, chop off the head
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| To fornicate the lifeless object until I feel release
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| The bloodlust, snares a horde of victims
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| Many fall before me
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| A bloodbath ensues as I stab wildly
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| Indiscriminate flesh is hacked to pieces
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| Bodies are ravaged and torn to shreds
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| Bloodthirsty beast stands before the dead
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| Sexual lust turns my vision red
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| Blunt objects forced to smash open heads
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| Torture drives me
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| Guts draped upon me
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| The suffering delights me
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| I write in the agony
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| Gallons of blood, spilled on the floor
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| I rub my cock as I lick up the floor
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| Dead victims lie, a wonderful sight
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| Killed them for pleasure my own sick delight
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| Headless and butchered, torn limb from limb
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| Hunger takes over I disgorge wet skin
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| Ravaged and murdered, lifeless and cold
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| Now I will choke on my own death
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| Dead, I will take my
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| Life, the last act of
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| Mine, I’ll carve my face into nothing
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| Dead, I will take my
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| Life, the last act of
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| Mine, my veins will spray til I’m no more |