| Organs spilled all over my floor
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| Intestinal Residue, Makes me bored
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| Fingers skullcaps knees and torsos
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| Stewn across. |
| My backyard porch
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| The limbs. |
| And the broken tendons cook in the sun
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| I puke from meat to bile!!!
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| A dozen amputees lay on the kitchen table
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| Body parts a trophy for a torture master
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| As blood ran down my legs I noticed my cock was severed
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| 10 feet across the room
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| My bleeding dick lay detached and lifeless
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| It must of been the table saw from sears
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| Or the pliers from Home Depot
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| It could have been bit off in a struggle
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| Or torn by some screaming slut
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| I always start with their pussy
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| As the blade hits some shit sprays out
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| Theirs screams will die off when a euphoric
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| Sense from blood loss kicks in
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| In some form of blood soaked amazement
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| I could have laid my cock on the table
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| Without a second guess ending my sanity
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| Cock across the table saw spewing blood and urine!!!
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| Lacerating organs for a course of
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| Meat my nights are long and daring
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| But flesh was meant for tearing!!! |