| I speak the language of those who kill
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| Seeing a murder another thrill
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| I’m hearing voices of another kind
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| Taking the lives of the bodies I find
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| The color red fills the blackest night
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| As my blade is shoved into your back
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| Bodies turning from every place
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| As I wait for my next attack
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| I smell the presence of my innocent prey
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| Watching as they try to run away
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| I crush their bodies as the killing begins
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| Tasting the blood that flows from the skin
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| The color red fills the blackest night
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| As my blade is shoved into your back
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| Bodies running from every place
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| As I wait for my next attack
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| I speak the language of those who kill
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| Seeing a murder another thrill
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| I’m hearing voices as another guide
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| Taking the lives of the bodies I find
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| The color red fills the blackest night
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| As my blade is shoved into your back
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| Bodies running from every place
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| As I wait for my next attack |