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Captivating with sadistic intentions to exalt the carrion |
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Holding onto faith like it would help me anyway |
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Up on my feet. |
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Vehemence takes over as |
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I pave the way to anatomical feasts |
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Severing the ties |
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I once endured to understand why it is that |
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I crave the dead |
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Going by my knowledge of popular culture |
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I find a sense in malpracticing the common ways |
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Wallowing in claret. |
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I long for such salvation |
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For when I'm through. |
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I shall wear your pride upon my lips |
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Songs of the dead will eternally be chanted |
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Before sepulture. |
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I must purloin the genitalia. |
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I must find pleasure when you're gone |
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An injection of sodium thiopental applied. |
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Your eyes are getting heavy now. |
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I smell your fear |
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Delusions and paranoia are setting in |
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Control in my hands. |
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I now shall purge. |
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With the saw |
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I maim. By the saw |
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I live Inhaling fumes of the putrid festered funk |
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As I drain the throbbing cysts from the gangrenous vagina |
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The mordant reek is overtaking every inhalation |
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The nausea is overwhelming. |
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I stop to heave |
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Brought forth are my confessions to the dead |
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As the lies coincide with vitriolic clues |
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We all will spread disease |
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We're all deceased |
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Carved in your face. |
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The sacrilegious rites |
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These words bring truth to what was foretold |
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Corpses and bile will reconcile |
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The rumors of this forensic plague |
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By these words |
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I am one with the dead |
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And with this |
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I've claimed the one which |
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I'm wed Until death do us part. |
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We'll rot hand in hand. |