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Laments of lambs in the slaughter
The scent of fear makes me high
A knife, a tourniquet, a victm of murder
One more day passing by
Severed pieces, violence addiction
Can`t hold my own in this pain
I see you crying i see you bleeding
My mind is pumping for slain
Say my name when I cut you
Say my name while I cut you
Blood
Slay
Death
A song for the sick
I`ll fuck your guts with no care
No time to waste in the skull holes
Removing your face with the scalpel
I like to see through your eye balls
Ready for the final act
Detaching your head apart
Your neck is clean to my axe
Beheading will be my main art
Say my name when I cut you
Say my name while I cut you
Blood
Slay
Death
A song for the sick
Your bones will be my trophies
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