| Day turns to night as I rise from my grave
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| Black was the hole were I laid
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| Stalking the city to seek out your blood
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| I love when it showers from my blade
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| Your body is so pretty but how will it look
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| When my perverted lust is stilled
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| No one to save you no parents or friends
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| Because they’ve already got killed
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| My only aim is to take many lives
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| The more the better I feel
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| My only pleasure is to hear many cries
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| From those tortured by my steel
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| The colour of your blood from your open body
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| Is all I wanted to see
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| Tasting the blood from your lips as you die
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| Means satisfaction to me
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| Pleasure to kill
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| Hear my heartbeat as you see me upon you
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| Tears in your eyes I do not care
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| Listen now to the motor of my chainsaw
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| Open your eyes don’t be scared
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| Look into my eyes do you see any love?
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| The only thing is agony
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| Now I can’t wait to give you the good pain
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| Die now and be free
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| My only aim is to take many lives
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| The more the better I feel
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| My only pleasure is to hear many cries
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| From those tortured by my steel
|
| The colour of your blood from your open body
|
| Is all I wanted to see
|
| Tasting the blood from your lips as you die
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| Means satisfaction to me
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| Pleasure to kill
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| Now that my mission is done
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| Your body forgotten has been killed
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| I return to the cemetery
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| And my bloodlust is stilled
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| My coffin is open for me
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| I lay down and rest
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| Nothing will set me free
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| And so I kill until excess
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| Day turns to night as I rise from my grave
|
| Black was the hole where I laid
|
| Stalking the city to seek out your blood
|
| I love when it showers from my blade
|
| Your body is so pretty but how will it look
|
| When my perverted lust is stilled
|
| No one to save you no parents or friends
|
| Because they’ve already got killed
|
| My only aim is to take many lives
|
| The more the better I feel
|
| My only pleasure is to hear many cries
|
| From those tortured by my steel
|
| The colour of your blood from your open body
|
| Is all I wanted to see
|
| Tasting the blood from your lips as you die
|
| Means satisfaction to me
|
| Pleasure to kill |