| Infested with this hatred
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| A thirst that can’t be quenched
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| A chainsaw is my weapon
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| In blood forever drenched
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| Slicing into humans
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| A legacy in blood
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| A painful grotesque horror
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| That can never be undone
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| Cutting in again
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| Severing the limbs
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| Head brutally smashed
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| Torso chopped in half
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| Murdering in the first degree
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| I create a vicious horror scene
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| Aroused every time that I hear you scream
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| My satisfaction is to kill
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| Tossed in a tub of leeches
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| Removing identifying features
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| Defiling the corpse until I get my fill
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| I feel the last breath leave their body
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| But the work is never done
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| Creating artwork molded
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| From the rejections of God
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| Cutting in again
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| Dripping in sin
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| Morbid fantasy
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| The face of every victim hung up on my walls
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| Displays of insane violence
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| Abandoned corpses line the halls
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| Unmatched aggression unlike the world has ever seen
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| I live just to make them all bleed
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| Cutting in again
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| Removing all the skin
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| A tortured soul forgot
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| I leave them all to rot |