| I never will confess you the disgusting things I did
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| Obnoxious dissections postmortem carnal sins…
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| Sick forensic duties left some sequels in my mind
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| A sickening addiction… unquenchable urge to grind
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| Frenzied autopsies… heaps of gore
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| Tearing out organs, skin and bones
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| To rip, deface and mutilate
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| Grotesque obsession… «I have to dismember them»
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| Putrescent atmosphere where I worked night and day
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| Inhaling the effluvium of the decomposed remains
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| Medical perversions, brutal surgery on the dead
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| The sight of the corpses unleash madness in my head
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| Frenzied autopsies… heaps of gore
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| Tearing out organs, skin and bones
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| To rip, deface and mutilate
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| Grotesque obsession… «I have to dismember them»
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| You know I’m slaved to dismember
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| You know I’m slaved to dismember
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| Feverishly I hack
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| Your hook-pierced torso
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| Torn apart with hate
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| Grimly I excise the entrails
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| From the stabbed abdomen
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| Severed remains…
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| Let me tear this corpse apart…
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| I mince up your limbs
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| With psychotic excitements
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| I gloat on the gore
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| Munching body fragments
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| You know I’m slaved to dismember
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| You know I’m slaved to dismember…
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| …to dismember! |