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Nervous tics, I want to spill blood burgundy, My mind is still in the past, while the body is living currently, I can't open my eyes when I try to it feels like in my eyes there's citrus acid, I want to ease the pain, My senses are distorted, My hands reach for the blade, About to chop the road of corpses When I spill some blood, I like it, Then I feel like there's something stuck in my throat, It's saliva, I can't contain my true self, you know? I find it hard to, Keeping a monster in a cage brings to death and it's true, Throwing a corpse across the floor is my heart tune, Nothing personal, just my passion is violence, I lost my common sense when I was locked in the dark, sitting alone in TOTAL SILENCE Fill the floor with blood, it's already a pond Damn, I guess I need a boat, Heal the wounds you got, you've no strength to make a sound, That's the time when you should pray to god, Watching your blood drain, I can't get enough, Even if I wanted to change, THERE IS NO WAY I COULD TO I want to ease the pain, My senses are distorted, Slit across your throat, PERVERSE BLISS IS MY PURPOSE...

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