| Enthralled by the thirst, thoughts of a deviant man
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| Intoxified, thoughts of taking life
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| No live are mourned, no cares, nothing more
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| Two worlds collide with innocence and hatred
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| Fourteen days and fourteen lives
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| Random victims are my prey
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| 13 dead unlucky strike
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| So many more…
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| Under the pain, I hear the distant cries
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| Suffocation of my thoughts, haunted by the 14 lives
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| The dead are always taunting me, my killing spree will show
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| Your life will now depend on the number that you pull
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| Fourteen days and fourteen lives
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| Random victims are my prey
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| 12 still live, so 12 must die
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| I’m on a roll
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| Fourteen days and fourteen lives
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| Random victims are my prey
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| 11 gone, 10 crucified
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| Who’s next to go
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| 9 bodies found today, 8 was yesterday
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| And as we down the count, 7 was there for me
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| I look for 6 today and 5 tomorrow pays
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| And no one ever seems to get away
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| From my pain, my number game
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| From my insane, number game
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| The blood will rain in my number game
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| The numbers lost, the number game
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| The numbers lost
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| Fourteen days and fourteen lives
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| Random victims are my prey
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| The number 4 was an easy score
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| Number 3 lived next door
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| Fourteen days and fourteen lives
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| Random victims are my prey
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| Number 2 was next in line
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| I’m on a roll
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| Fourteen days and fourteen lives
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| Random victims are my prey
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| Down to one there is no more
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| In 14 days are 14 dead |