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CVLD BLVVDED
I FEEL LIKE A CANNIBAL, I WANNA EAT SOMEONE’S LUNG AND KIDNEYS, I FEEL MY SOUL BEGIN TO REPAINT IN THE DARK, I CAN'T FEEL THE EYES ON MY FACE, FOR THE KILLINGS I GET A REWARD IN THE FORM OF GUTS, I'M USED TO ABSORBING AND REDIRECTING THE ENERGY OF HATE, I KNOW HOW TO LOSE TRUST AND ITS VALUE, MY KIDNEYS ARE COVERED IN BLOOD, SOMETIME I WILL EAT MY KIDNEY TOO, I remember the moment when my psyche cracked, I remember the moment when my soul turned black, I REMEMBER MY PAST IN MY OWN REFLECTION I am indifferent to people around me, I wanted an adventure and I got it, I feel black fluid flowing from my eyes and I love it, I FEEL LIKE CRUELTY RUNS THROUGH MY VEINS AND PUT UP IT... I feel empty in my soul, It feels like I will ever break, It feels like I will ever fall, It seems my feelings are fake, I only feel craving for the kidneys I can feel the tar flowing from my nonexistent eyes, I cut out the kidneys, Ate the same kidneys, THEN BURNED THE CORPSE AND SACRIFICE, Their soul will be lost, Their soul will be lost, and will haunt me until I'm dead, I always see ghosts, I always see ghosts, I'll be on the run until I'm dead...
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