| A straight razor and a flick of the wrist
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| Brass knuckles and a willing fist
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| A big knife and a little scream
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| They do wonders for my self-esteem
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| Warm blood and a cold embrace
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| The catch is better than the chase
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| They all ask why I’m doing this
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| Violence is bliss
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| What you see, all I’m known to be
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| Is a madman out on a killing spree
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| One thing I say, I did it all my way
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| Gave rise to the dawn of the dying age
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| When I feel the urge and it’s starting to surge
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| Soon I’m blowing like an atom bomb
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| When you comprehend your life’s coming to an end
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| I’m going, going, going, going, gone
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| Two things that I can’t ignore
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| Dark nights and an unlocked door
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| I get the feeling and I follow through
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| I get high like I’m sniffing glue
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| It’s time to let the games commence
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| This really helps my self-confidence
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| Blood orgy for this hedonist
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| Violence is bliss
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| What you see, all I’m known to be
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| Is a madman out on a killing spree
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| One thing I say, I did it all my way
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| Gave rise to the dawn of the dying age
|
| When I feel the urge and it’s starting to surge
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| Soon I’m blowing like an atom bomb
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| When you comprehend your life’s coming to an end
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| I’m going, going, going, going, gone
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| I never leave any telltale traces
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| Only fear frozen on dead faces
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| An orgasm of depravity
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| It’s the best kind of therapy
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| I always flee the scene of the crime
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| No victims left to drop the dime
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| So many lives yet to be dismissed
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| Violence is bliss
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| What you see, all I’m known to be
|
| Is a madman out on a killing spree
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| One thing I say, I did it all my way
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| Gave rise to the dawn of the dying age
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| When I feel the urge and it’s starting to surge
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| Soon I’m blowing like an atom bomb
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| When you comprehend your life’s coming to an end
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| I’m going, going, going, going, gone |