Captivating with sadistic intentions to exalt the carrion
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Holding onto faith like it would help me anyway
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Up on my feet. Vehemence takes over as I pave the way to anatomical feasts
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Severing the ties I once endured to understand why it is that I crave the dead
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Going by my knowledge of popular culture
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I find a sense in malpracticing the common ways
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Wallowing in claret. I long for such salvation
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For when I'm through. I shall wear your pride upon my lips
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Songs of the dead will eternally be chanted
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Before sepulture. I must purloin the genitalia.
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I must find pleasure when you're gone
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An injection of sodium thiopental applied.
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Your eyes are getting heavy now. I smell your fear
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Delusions and paranoia are setting in
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Control in my hands. I now shall purge.
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With the saw I maim. By the saw I live
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Inhaling fumes of the putrid festered funk
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As I drain the throbbing cysts from the gangrenous vagina
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The mordant reek is overtaking every inhalation
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The nausea is overwhelming. I stop to heave
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Brought forth are my confessions to the dead
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As the lies coincide with vitriolic clues
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We all will spread disease
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We're all deceased
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Carved in your face. The sacrilegious rites
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These words bring truth to what was foretold
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Corpses and bile will reconcile
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The rumors of this forensic plague
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By these words I am one with the dead
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And with this I've claimed the one which I'm wed
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Until death do us part. We'll rot hand in hand.
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The Somatic Defilement
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Whitechapel |