| Captivating with sadistic intentions to exalt the carrion
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| Holding onto faith like it would help me anyway
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| Up on my feet, vehemence takes over as I pave the way to anatomical feasts
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| Severing the ties I once endured to understand why it is that I crave the dead
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| Going by, my knowledge of popular, culture!
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| I find a sense in malpracticing the common ways
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| Wallowing in claret, I long for such salvation
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| For when I’m through, I shall wear your pride upon my lips
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| Songs of the dead, will eternally be chanted
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| Before sepulture, I must purloin the genitalia
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| I must find pleasure when you’re gone
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| An injection of sodium thiopental applied
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| Your eyes are getting heavy now, I smell your fear
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| Delusions and paranoia are setting in
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| Control in my hands, I now shall purge
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| With the saw I maim! |
| By the saw I live!
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| With the saw I maim! |
| By the saw I live!
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| Inhaling fumes of the putrid festered funk
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| As I drain the throbbing cysts from the gangrenous vagina
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| The mordant reek is overtaking every inhalation
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| The nausea is overwhelming, I stop to heave
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| Brought forth are my confessions to the dead
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| As the lies coincide with vitriolic clues
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| We all will spread disease
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| We’re all deceased
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| Carved in your face; |
| the sacrilegious rites
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| These words bring truth to what was foretold
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| Corpses and bile will reconcile
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| The rumors of this forensic plague
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| By these words I am one with the dead
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| And with this I’ve claimed the one which I’m wed
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| Until death do us part, we’ll rot hand in hand |