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Torn, apart, her face, |
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ripped from her fleshy skull, |
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her scalp, degloved, |
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what an horrific site, |
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with inches from her life, |
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and all that's left inside, |
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confusion's in her mind, |
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her luck's run out, |
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Tormented cries coming from inside, |
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ride with her into the state of... |
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a brutal act but she did well, |
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to tolerate the anguish of that night, |
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the anguish of that night |
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Torn, apart, her face, |
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ripped from her fleshy skull, |
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her scalp, degloved, |
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what an horrific site, |
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with inches from her life, |
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and all that's left inside, |
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confusion's in her mind, |
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her luck's run out. |