[Music: Thijs, Aborted; Lyrics: Sven]
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Serialistic - Thriving on my lust to kill
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A half gnashed torso skulpted at my will
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Blood is pumping as I retract the cleaver
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Necrotic fungus, man has found its redeemer
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Enter into the realm of gore
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Parisitic I feed on you worms
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where love is cancer and apathy is bliss
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I - am an artist of coital bile
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forcing my ways into flesh with desire
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Incinerations of those who stand amidst
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more bodies for me to roast and grind...
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Voluptiosly I trampled, rendered to snot
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savagely I lacerate, grinding your fucking face
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Aroused by the pile of chunks
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I must satisfie my needs
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the gasping wounds are grasping
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around my flesh impaling cock
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upon your cadaver I piss...
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To Roast & Grind
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| Aborted |
