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Cutting through your clothes, trying to reach your flesh |
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Let my fingers feel your pure white skin |
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I love to see your fears reflected in your eyes |
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We're going to have a party, you and me |
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My little hatchet's edge is longing for your skull |
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It wants to see the texture of your brain |
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My surgery's a lark, I'm a wacky guy |
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Not cracked and weird like everybody else |
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Scream to your heart's content Ah your vein I happily shred |
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Systematically slicing up your cheeks |
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Drilling holes in your wrists to be chic |
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Intestine I entwine, dripping juices, sludge and gunk |
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Taking pictures to remind me when I'm bored and down on luck |
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What a thrill it is to feel the inside of your head |
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Your thoughts I seem to sense, but that's not possible an |
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you seem to be quite dead Inserting safety pins |
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Stimulated by my sins Your relic's just for me |
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Cause I love you, can't you see? Your pubes I pierce and slice |
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Punctured bladders my delight Suppurating, shiny flesh |
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Bloody carcass quite a mess Steam rising from the ruins of your corpse |
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The heat in this house is quite inadequate for this pathological cause Maggots |
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I dislike They impose upon my fun My merrymaking ruined |
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By these rancid little worms Globs of bodliy juices drop and splat upon the floor |
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As I drag your festering corpue, oozing sticky strings of gore |
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Your shoulder bones protruding, cracking as they hit the wall |
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Petrol sure in handy when you tire of it all |
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Rotting muscles slipping off, congealing lumpy mass |
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Blistering and frying as your cadaver turn to ash Scooping up remains |
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Pouring into tins and jugs Feeling clean and pure of mind |
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I'm a genius, not obnoxious |