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SICK

STABBED, TORTURED AND SACRIFICED

RAPED YOUR MOM NOT ONCE BUT TWICE

TOUCH MY HEART IT’S COLD AS ICE

I’M AN EVIL MAN I AIN’T SO NICE

 

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I’M SICK SICK- LOST MY BRAIN

I’M SICK SICK- SO DERRANGED

I’M SICK SICK- I’M INSANE

I’M SICK SICK- THAT’S MY WAY, I’M SICK

 

LOOK IN MY EYES YOU’LL SEE A SURPRISE, CONTEMPT AND PURE HATRED FOR YOU. LIVING MY DREAMS REALITY SEEMS TO BE LOST IN THE THINGS THAT I DO. TWISTED WITH PAIN A LIFE SO INSANE MY PLEASURE THE SQUEEZE OF A GUN.

NEEDING THE SCREAMS, MORE BLOODY THE SCENE- A KNIFE WOULD BE TEN TIMES AS FUN

 

 

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SAW THE GOODYEAR BLIMP FLYING OVERHEAD AND I THOUGHT OF THE HINDENBURGH, THOUGHT OF THE DEAD

AND I WISH IT WOULD EXPLODE IN FRONT OF ME, ‘CAUSE THAT’S THE KINDA THING THAT I LIKE TO SEE

 

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