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Drunk on cadaver's reek... a rotten climax is what |
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I seek. Earmark the incision... for later erotic insertion. |
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The intestines pinned out so nice, shit and blood lube up my vice. |
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Scalpel, clamps hold her tight, |
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I could fuck this gory mess all night |
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Drunk on cadaver's reek... a rotten climax is what |
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I seek. Earmark the incision... for later erotic insertion. |
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A hopeless necromantic... slit it open and stick it in. |
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For what I lack in skill, |
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I make up for with gore, rot and swill. |
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A cut rate degree... |
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Psychopathology! |
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I tend to make a mess... |
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Psychopathologist! |
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For me malpractice makes perfect. |
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When I'm sick |
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I'm at my best. |
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I've incised her and cut her open... and she's waiting for me to molest. |
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Sloughing and rotting and smelling... |
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Cunninlingus with maggots and worms... |
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A professor of butchery, a krash kourse in psychopathology. |
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I tend to make a mess... |
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Psychopathologist! |
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A cut rate degree... |
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Psychopathology! |
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Everybody thrash! |
