MUTILATIVN WITH THE CHAINSAW

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TURN ON THE CHAINSAW AND ENTER THE BODY, KIDNEYS AND INTESTINES FLOW FROM INSIDE THE BODY, NIGGA, I JUST LOVE IT, THE SOUNDS OF A CHAINSAW COME AS IF FROM MY HEAD, AIN'T LOOK INTO MY HEAD THERE IS CRUELTY AND VIOLENCE, I WAS ISOLATED AND STARTED GOING CRAZY IN SILENCE Psycho from the mental hospital, That's what I can be called, The borders of insanity are invisible, More precisely, they're completely absent, they are unlimited, I'm holding glass fragments in my skin like bullets in a clip, They are useful and can be useful in critical situations, I use all the skills and available tools in the mix, I still have a lot of shit to fix, The load on my shoulders is too heavy, Say dying words before I pull the trigger, I know death is your main fear... OH, DEVIL, I KNEW, THIS EVIL WILL SWALLOW ME UP AND LEAVE NOTHING MERCIFUL, I LOST A PART OF MYSELF AND MY CONSCIOUSNESS, I LOST MY SOUL AND LOST MY LOVE, IT FEELS LIKE AFTER DEATH I LEFT ROTTING BRAINS IN THE GROUND, MY BONES ARE BLACK AS A VOID, THEY BURNED OUT IN HELL AND RETURNED TO THE REAL WORLD, PAIN IS INEVITABLE, BUT TORTURE IS A CHOICE, ALL AROUND ARE LIARS, LISTEN TO YOUR INNER VOICE

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