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A straight razor and a flick of the wrist |
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Brass knuckles and a willing fist |
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A big knife and a little scream |
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They do wonders for my self-esteem |
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Warm blood and a cold embrace |
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The catch is better than the chase |
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They all ask why |
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I'm doing this |
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Violence is bliss |
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Chorus: What you see |
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All I know to be |
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Is a madman out on a killing spree |
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One thing |
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I say I did it all my way |
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Gave rise to the dawn of the dying age |
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When I feel the urge |
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And it's tarting to surge |
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Soon I'm blowing like an atom bomb |
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When you comprehend |
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Your life's coming to an end |
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I'm going, going, going, going, gone |
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Two things that |
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I can't ignore |
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Dark nights and an unlocked door |
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I get the feeling and |
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I follow through |
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I get high like |
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I'm sniffing glue |
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It's time to let the games commence |
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This really helps my self-confidence |
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Blood orgy for the hedonist |
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Violence is bliss |
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Repeat chorus |
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I never leave any telltale traces |
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Only fear frozen on dead faces |
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An orgasm of depravity |
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It's the best kind of therapy |
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I always flee the scene of the crime |
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No victims, left to drop the dime |
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So many lives yet to be dismissed |
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Violence is bliss |