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Confess your crimes |
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After twenty years of killing |
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Clearing your mind is easy now caught |
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Death was your life, pain your pleasure |
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No regrets, emotions are naught |
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Interrogator vomits |
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Because of the gore |
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In the story you tell him |
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Bile covers the floor |
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Your first one was a whore |
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She didn't want intercourse |
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Spilling your sperm |
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On her mangled corpse |
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Loving the killing |
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Sex no more fun |
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What would you do |
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If your dick was your gun |
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Bisexual lust low way of life |
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Your true religion was a knife |
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A trail of corpses left behind |
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For dismemberment and carnage you strive |
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They'll send you to the electric chair |
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Lawyers will defend you but do not care |
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The victims' parents will not cry |
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As your body is convulsing, they want you to die |
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They can't kill your body |
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But your soul will survive |
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You'll take control of one's mind |
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And live an eternal life |
