| Cold, bound, half dead
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| Vision fades swiftly
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| Breathing is labored
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| My latest victim squeals to me
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| Ten victims this month alone, a new thrill I must search for
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| Complacent in my rituals, stab and hack ad infinitum
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| Still alive but fading quickly, I quiver with anticipation
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| Its clear what I must do now
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| Permeate, penetrate, violate with vermin
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| A stiff dead rat lies at her feet, a misogynistic tool of my madness
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| Caustic methods to fill my needs, this rotting rodent is just what it calls for
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| I bind her legs, her struggle futile, the ligature grates, the tension rises
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| I force it in, no subtle action, the sinew tears to my satisfaction
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| She suffers as I revel
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| The rats spread filth inside my soul
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| She bleeds like a stuck pig
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| I thrust it as I climax
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| They suffer from my lunacy
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| The insane urge that forces me
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| They suffer from my lunacy
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| Their violent end will come to be
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| Her beating heart begins to fade
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| The insides ravaged, torn and maimed
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| I quiver still from ardent bliss
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| A new found thrill I can’t resist
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| They suffer from my lunacy
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| The insane force that purges me
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| They suffer from my lunacy
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| Their violent end will come to be
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| It seems there’s life left in her
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| A chance to further my pleasure
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| I grab the filthy dead rodent
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| And force it in her gaping mouth
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| I ram my stiffness inside her
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| She can’t believe it’s not over
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| I choke her, dead as I finish
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| We both expire rhythmically |