As I walk behind her, her scent trails to me
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What is it that draws me neareR, what could it be?
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Once I was normal among the sheep
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Now I'm immortal, in the night I creep
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Searching for the one, 21, she will run from the gleam of my blade, she has strayed
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She will pay with the only life that she now knows
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Captured by the gender she loathes
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Now she is tied, terrified, set aside
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As I prepare she stares as I tear at the garment she hides behind
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Her young flesh is so devine
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One final deed, she will plead, I proceed
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Satisfying my urge, I will scourge, as I surge through her hallowed feminine domain
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From her young body, I can't abstain
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Lifeless she now lies, now untied I defile
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Carefully scoring her skin I begin from within
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Removing her organs inspected
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Still nothing detected
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{Solo Jack Owen}
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One way to achieve
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The info that I need
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Continuing to cleave
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{Solo Jack Owen}
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Gradually consumed
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She was foredoomed
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Body one big wound
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Now I am through as I chew on the few pieces that remain
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of the brain, nothing gained, I continue my
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searching in the night for the one who fulfillS my plight
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Searching for the one, 21
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she will run from the glean of my blade
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she will pay
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Nothing left to mutilate
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Nothing left to mutilate
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Nothing Left To Mutilate
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Cannibal Corpse |