| Rooted deep within my psyche dwells another being
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| Incurable and unrepentant in its isolation
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| Kill me now before I kill another motherfucker dead
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| Disconnected socially, abnormal genetic psychopathy
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| Cold-blooded homicidal fixation
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| At home they know not of what I have become
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| Driven to kill by predation
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| Schizophrenic profanation
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| Motivated simply by self-gratification
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| My grisly practices remain undetected
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| Death by torture, my only salvation
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| To slowly die in pain must be the greatest gift of all
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| False perception through psychosis
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| There are many more like me, products of society
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| Hiding in plain sight as we walk among you
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| We are your sons, brothers, husbands, friends and fathers
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| Ordinary men by day, concealing offal secrets
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| Meticulously devising plans to murder
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| Littering the woods and riversides with human detritus
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| Homicidal ideation, abductions through seduction
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| Gashes to ashes, dust to fucking dust
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| Dumping bodies one by one
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| The stench of death permeates the air we breathe
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| Strangulations and dismemberments
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| Eternal mask of sanity |