| Confess your crimes
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| After twenty years of killing
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| Clearing your mind is easy now caught
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| Death was your life, pain your pleasure
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| No regrets, emotions are naught
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| Interrogator vomits
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| Because of the gore
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| In the story you tell him
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| Bile covers the floor
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| Your first one was a whore
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| She didn’t want intercourse
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| Spilling your sperm
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| On her mangled corpse
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| Loving the killing
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| Sex no more fun
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| What would you do
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| If your dick was your gun
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| Bisexual lust low way of life
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| Your true religion was a knife
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| A trail of corpses left behind |