| Cold skin to cut, the corpse lies dead and wet
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| A knife blade inserted into your anus
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| Carving out the intestines, pulling them out of the hole
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| Bladder punctured, piss secretes and mixes with your blood
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| Hear those voices? |
| I hear them in my head
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| Telling me to murder, again and again
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| Sometimes I think it’s Satan telling me to kill
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| And other times, I think it’s spirits that enter my soul
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| It’s time to kill again
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| I will take out my revenge on your body and soul
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| In a grave, you’ll rot and mold
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| Putrefied headless corpse, missing body parts
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| Dissected torso leaks pus and fluids seep
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| I killed you
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| Gasping for air, I’ve got you by the neck
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| Now the rope tightens as I fuck you again
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| Into your eyeballs, battery acid is poured
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| Down your throat, gasoline to ignite
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| It’s time to kill again
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| I will take out my revenge on your body and soul
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| In a grave you’ll rot and mold
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| Putrefied headless corpse, missing body parts
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| Dissected torso leaks pus and fluids seep |