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One existence to achieve the goals my soul demands |
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The carnage sick and twisted, death is at hand |
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Tragedy strikes, in a matter of seconds another taken life |
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Feeding on fear, no given reason nothing is clear |
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Nightmares now real, embrace the final months |
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Pleasure so real |
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Lunacy reigns, the victim, a trophy of |
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These murderous games |
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Disposal? |
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No need, for all others a calling card to see |
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A mind deranged, no one plans on losing their life this way |
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Blood on my blade, stained by the lives |
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From my trucidations |
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The power that instills, dissipation of the kill |
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Flowing through my veins, the controlling of my ways |
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Adrenaline flows, lurking in the night until my choice draws close, under |
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Restraint, now in my grasp there is no escape |
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Slicing the throat, to stop the screams on their blood they will choke |
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To victimize, death rattle marks the ending of this life |
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One existence to achieve the goals my soul demands |
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The carnage sick and twisted, death is at hand, the power |
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That instills, dissipation of the kill, flowing through my veins, |
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The controlling of my ways |
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Tragedy strikes, in a matter of seconds another taken life |
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Feeding on fear, no given reason nothing is clear |
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Nightmares now real, embrace the final moments |
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Pleasure so real |
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Lunacy reigns, the victim, a trophy of these murderous games |
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Disposal? |
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No need, for all others a calling card to see |
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A mind deranged, no one plans on losing their lives these ways |
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Stained by life from my trucidations |
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Blood in my veins, |
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I am controlled by these trucidations |
