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Calling for me |
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the urge to force a large knife through your skin and insert it again and |
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again |
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just to see your blood smeared on your face |
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and then splattered on me |
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haunted, haunted |
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I begin to see |
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Why I need to kill |
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my lust for your pain |
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is my reason to be |
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slicing your veins, |
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feeling your blood spray |
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all over my face |
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scream for me |
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I have to kill you to fulfil my needs |
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Reduce your form to a vomitous mass |
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Carnage and entrails all over |
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I force your corpse to bend over |
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now my urge has tripled |
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I have to feel you on me |
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dead fuck me! |
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I had to kill you to fulfil my needs |
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Now I must fuck you to enhance the deed |
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Blood smeared on my hard cock |
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then smeared on your ass |
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reduce your form to a vomitous mass |
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I cum on your face |
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spew my tainted seed |
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Rub it on your fuckin' tits |
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you whore you died for me |
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I think I like how you please me |
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Now that your a gory fuckin' mess |
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i'll keep your carcass ready for a fuck |
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anytime I feel you next to me |
