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Murder |
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Into the basement |
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My own private morgue |
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Necrotic restants are left to devour |
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I will not rest Until I've killed you all |
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Lunacy erupts from the world you breed |
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Nothing more than pustules & crude organic waste |
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Mayhem indulging my hall of gore |
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I will not rest until you hang on my wall |
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Left in my sea of cartilage... I'm draped in blood |
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Severed head as ornament - my collection of the dead |
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Punctured cranial walls collapse - filled with acid, my aphrodisiac... |
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Slicing the meat, on your restants I feed |
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Slicing the meat, genitalia are what I need... |
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I have such sights to show you, beyond your boundaries |
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Nothing more than a pile of waste, the human race |
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Was destined to fade... Murder... |
