| A hammer’s shadow in my childhood’s garage
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| avoiding my fears, I say: I reach my weapon
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| down in my stairs I stretch myself until break,
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| my past is chasing me, my father wants to see me.
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| Filthy pig repeating hammer,
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| Your fear is my vengeance,
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| my dream is this slaughter.
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| Slip with your guts, red steel in my hands
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| I puke in your corpse, do you want more heat, burn!
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| You burn in our house, I’m your butcher.
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| I want to bring your eyes as keepsake.
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| Amputated and buried, arms and legs, the bell rings
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| My father wants to see me.
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| Filthy pig repeating hammer,
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| Your fear is my vengeance,
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| my dream is this slaughter.
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| I stab and bury him every day, always at same hour.
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| He wants to bring me with him
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| to hell and dismember me.
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| A shot in my head, today he can catch me.
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| My father wants to see me.
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| Filthy pig repeating hammer,
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| Your fear is my vengeance,
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| my dream is this slaughter. |