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 hatchets 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 quite a wacky guy
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Not cracked and weird like everybody else
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Scream to your heart's content
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As your veins 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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Intestines 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 as you seem to be
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quite dead
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Inserting safety pins,
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Stimulated by my sins,
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Your relics just for me
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Cause I love you, can't you see?
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Your pubes I pierce and slice
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Punctured bladders my delight
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Suppurating, shiny flesh
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Bloody carcass quite a mess
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Steam rising from the ruins of your corpse
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The heat in this house is quite inadequate for this pathological cause
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Maggots I dislike
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They impose upon my fun
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My merrymaking ruined
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By these rancid little worms
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Globs of bodily juices drop and splat upon the floor
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As I drag your festering corpse, 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
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Scooping up remains
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Pouring into tins and jugs
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Feeling clean and pure of mind
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I'm a genius, not obnoxious...
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Severe Catatonia In Pathology
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| General Surgery |
