You look at me with eyes filled with pain And I stare back with a promise of death I'll rape your sould undeniably Join the others in my gallery Why bother question The need to kill Give in to pleasure And let blood spill Questionable ethics Crimson tides gushes forth As I cut your throat Predator of first degree The urban jungle is my killing field Rip out your heart And let it drip blood into your eyes Then tear them out And puke into your dead skull Your tortured moans of agony Join the voices in my head Compose a wicked symphony With the choir of the dead
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