Reality! my fault, as i cut you deep. My deacon knows as i cut you with this knive.
Theres no control, a bloody gore, hanging from the ceiling, i cut wide open your body,
I feel a-live!!!! Their fate they decide, I release avenge on your mankind.
Love will float away, as i tear the body apart, Mental Emotions never AGAIN!!!!!!!!
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