| Recognizable no more
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| I’ve deflowered your corpse
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| Robbed it of its identity
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| The face was yours now it’s for me
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| Looking thru eyeholes of another’s face
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| Adhered to mine, my mask of death
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| From the latter of my kills
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| Stripped from the bloody hunk of head
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| On my shelves my favorites
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| Plastered on foam mannequin heads
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| The rest are used as flesh wallpaper
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| Over one hundred dead
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| A fetish my collection
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| As it constantly grows and grows
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| A mystery to the public eye
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| Leftovers in the road
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| Another night another face
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| I wear my last victim before I erase
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| Another life another knife
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| To once again be utilized
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| Freelance surgeon blood emerging
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| From the orafices freed of flesh
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| When I wear a face
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| It brings me closer to your death
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| When you die I do not care
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| I’m gone without a trace
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| I’ve left behind a messy corpse
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| A stiff robbed of its face
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| The feel of wet skin upon skin
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| The blood runs down my chin
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| Each time a new disguise
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| I’m seeing thru your eyes |