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Like a virus of the mind |
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My rage will spread |
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My obsession with murder |
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Roils in my head |
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Killing victims with my hands |
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I cannot control |
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These extreme compulsions |
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Burn in my soul |
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Foaming at the mouth I leap |
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Onto my prey |
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Target of my violence |
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Will die today |
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Feel the victim's cracking bones |
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He screams in pain |
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Only slaughter brings me peace |
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I have gone insane |
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Rabid |
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Inflammation of the brain |
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Fury overwhelms |
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There is something wrong with me |
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I am not well |
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Victim's head |
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Thumbs in his eyes |
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Blood is squirting from the sockets |
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Pours down the sides |
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Smash his teeth with my fist |
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Tear off his nose |
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Laughing at his shattered face |
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Rage only grows |
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With my fingers gouge his throat |
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Rip slabs of flesh |
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I continue the assault |
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But he is clearly dead |
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Rabid |
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Can't restrain my need to kill them drives me mad |
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I'm insane I want to spill blood with my hands |
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Schizophrenic mania |
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Paranoid anxiety |
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Violent ferocity |
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Criminal insanity |
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I am obsessed with butchery I am mad |
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A trail of corpses so much blood on my hands |
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[Solo: O'Brien] |
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Rabid |
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Rabid |
