Back again to kill and gut I crave intestine Fist-fucked reduced to a stump Kill - all Skinless body Naked hanging Blood as draining Carving, killing Swollen beauty Holes appearing Brutalizing, convulsing Skinned and greasy Still breathing Anal carving Holes are oozing Slit your throat - deep Off cane your head Pulled out the guts Right through your fucking neck! Don't think I give a fuck about your life or religion I don't fucking care about the world you fucking live in Injecting bleach into your eyes - body starts to quiver Spilled your guts onto the flor - consume the fecal dralnage Liver withered - appendix punctured, pancreatic explosion Knife scraping spinal bone Like nalls on a chalk board The pigs the want to lock me up But the still don't know who I am I leave a trall of blood and guts - cold Impulse to disembowel
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