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em;pty
As i crouch,
3 weeks to this day,
i play cowboy junkies best hit,
sweet jane
You look sweet to,
battered and blue,
i never want to stop doing this to you,
you cry out,
such a sweet sound,
its a shame your entrails will end up on the ground
maybe ill just bury you,
nice and neat,
keep you in my freezer
winter meat
hannibal? jeffrey? They have nothing on me
Ill carve out your liver and fry it up with your spleen
Sucking on bones,
like a demon from hell
i need to find another to put in my cell
Death penalty?
they cannot touch the,
i am already the angel of death, cant you see?
The black halo that forms around me,
everything i touch starts to beg and plea,
they treat me like a monster,
im just a man without a mind,
who dreams of people in very tight binds
im not a rapist, honest to god, that does not make me thrive,
see, you cannot rape something that is no longer alive
3 weeks to this day,
i play cowboy junkies best hit,
sweet jane
You look sweet to,
battered and blue,
i never want to stop doing this to you,
you cry out,
such a sweet sound,
its a shame your entrails will end up on the ground
maybe ill just bury you,
nice and neat,
keep you in my freezer
winter meat
hannibal? jeffrey? They have nothing on me
Ill carve out your liver and fry it up with your spleen
Sucking on bones,
like a demon from hell
i need to find another to put in my cell
Death penalty?
they cannot touch the,
i am already the angel of death, cant you see?
The black halo that forms around me,
everything i touch starts to beg and plea,
they treat me like a monster,
im just a man without a mind,
who dreams of people in very tight binds
im not a rapist, honest to god, that does not make me thrive,
see, you cannot rape something that is no longer alive
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