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Behold, the blade is nice and dull from the millions of heads |
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From the millions that we left for dead |
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Bluntly disassembled, painfully dissected |
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With an instrument of gore |
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Bisected heads like rose petals litter the floor |
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Clinically insane, serotonin flooding the brain |
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A sudden charge of epinephrine leaves my victims writhing in pain |
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In ecstasy |
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I continue to maim |
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No one around me shall remain the same |
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I can take off their scalp, watch the cranium palpitate |
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Bleeding and throw them away |
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I decide your fate |
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I say you're too late |
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Judgment stick of hate |
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I decapitate |
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With this axe |
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I beheadWith this knowledge |
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I've obtained of the human race |
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I leave you dead |
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I've stared in the eyes of my helpless casualties |
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I've yet to experience any kind of human remorse |
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I stand on the harvest floor |
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The place where death shows its face |
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And extinguishes all of the human race |
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Behold, a blade to crush the skull, the ribcage |
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Break every bone and destroy every membrane |
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Smite the people with vengeance |
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Bring damnation upon their descendent's |
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Bluntly disassembled and painfully dissected |
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With an assemblage of gore, bisected heads |
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Appendages, intestines and more |
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Clinically deranged, norepinephrine driving me insane |
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A sudden charge of adrenaline leaves my victims writhing in pain |
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In ecstasy |
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I continue to maim everyone now just a pawn in my game |
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I can remove their faces now displaced in ways |
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That you never thought could happen again |
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Like the murders of yore |
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Dearly departed and discarded gore |
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Forever living in my mind |
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In axetasy, the only peace |
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I can find |
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I decide your fate |
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I say you're too late |
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Judgment stick of hate |
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I decapitate |
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With this axe |
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I beheadWith this knowledge |
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I've obtained of the human race |
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I leave you dead |
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I've stared in the eyes of my helpless casualties |
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I've yet to experience any kind of human remorse |
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I stand on the harvest floor |
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The place where death shows its face |
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And extinguishes all of the human race |
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In axetasy its fight or flight |
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Euphoria in slice and dice |
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No better way to spend my nights |
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In axetasy |
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I end your life |