| Conception, of sickness
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| The blackest of souls
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| Creation, revolting
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| These eyes see death eternal
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| The wretched stench gives me the life force to slay you
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| The depths in which I dwell would cause a stalwart soul to tremble
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| Lecherous intent is the driving force within me
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| The dying screams of victims, a ravenous atonement
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| Abduction of a helpless pawn, over and over
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| I force the rusty knife inside, over and over
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| The blood sprays across my face, over and over
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| The urge to feed consumes my brain, over and over
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| Conception, of sickness
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| The blackest of souls
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| Creation, revolting
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| These eyes see death eternal
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| Gorging chunks of steaming meat
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| The sickening urge is now complete
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| But wait a new idea has sprungI’ll fuck the dead until I cum
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| The pounding, the thrusting, the pleasure, disgusting
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| The violence, the torture, indulge me, forever
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| The pounding, the thrusting, the pleasure, disgusting
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| The violence, the torture, indulge me, forever |