| This flesh palace is beginning to rot
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| Raw meat and bones in a boiling pot
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| Love profane, clog the drain purging my sins
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| The butchers at the chopping block
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| Shall we begin?
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| Death, murder, famine fill the emptiness inside of me
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| Television politician monkey brain, lobotomy
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| A deviant welcome to all new arrivals
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| A slaughterhouse striptease, a game of survival
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| I will leave the light on for you
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| Now you’re naked, hung up to dry
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| Dripping red roses in a house full of flies
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| For a thrill ride and the time of your life
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| Come in take a step a little deeper inside
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| Dressed as a clown
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| I’m the master macabre
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| Sadistic drunk bloated nihilist slob
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| You can’t deny me, hou can’t even fake it
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| Handcuffed, turned around bend over and take it
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| Laying on a deathbed, tied up in vines
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| Cut from the fabric, in a room full of knives
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| Shell shocked and writhing, foam at the mouth
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| Eat you alive till I’m six feet down
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| Now you’re naked, hung up to dry
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| Dripping red roses in a house full of flies
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| For a thrill ride and the time of your life
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| Come in take a step a little deeper inside
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| Wails and moans and prison cries
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| Echo in the dark recess of my mind
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| You approach me peeling off your disguise
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| In this den of iniquity, the sun don’t shine
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| Begging for forgiveness at your alter
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| Begging for forgiveness at your alter
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| Now you’re naked, hung up to dry
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| Dripping red roses in a house full of flies
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| For a thrill ride and the time of your life
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| Come in take a step a little deeper inside
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| Wails and moans and prison cries
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| You approach me peeling off your disguise
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| For a thrill ride and the time of your life
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| In this den of iniquity, the sun don’t shine |