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Blade in Hand (Rampage, Killing)
My eyes, My stance, Ready for the kill
Blade in hand, I only see corpses
The living one before me,
He has no future
....
Grabbed by the throat, Taunt him like he did me
Eye for an eye,
Gouged eye.
Cut and stab, Blood flanged and splattered on the cold concrete
My anger is stained with red impurity on this rock of a resting place
Feeding the vultures, Food preperation
Meat tenderization
You breath and gasp for air,
And choke on your blood
Organs spill into your lungs,
Gasp, Weep
Drowning in it all.
You fucked with the wrong kid.
You fucked with the wrong kid.
You fucked with the wrong kid.
You fucked with the kid without empathy.
Without remorse.
You will Pay in blood.
Hacking at your bones, crunching through
Splitting you wrist open, like a red spray can on the road
Ripping and tearing at your stomach
Pulling and stretching, intestines and blood on my face
Tearing and cutting through skin like a pile of rubber bands
I shred through your meat pile with my blade, stabbing and cutting.
Perhaps I will never live on past this day.
Cop sirens, I don't stop.
Ripping and chewing,
Coma.
You fucked with the wrong kid.
And now you have no future.
Blade in hand, I only see corpses
The living one before me,
He has no future
....
Grabbed by the throat, Taunt him like he did me
Eye for an eye,
Gouged eye.
Cut and stab, Blood flanged and splattered on the cold concrete
My anger is stained with red impurity on this rock of a resting place
Feeding the vultures, Food preperation
Meat tenderization
You breath and gasp for air,
And choke on your blood
Organs spill into your lungs,
Gasp, Weep
Drowning in it all.
You fucked with the wrong kid.
You fucked with the wrong kid.
You fucked with the wrong kid.
You fucked with the kid without empathy.
Without remorse.
You will Pay in blood.
Hacking at your bones, crunching through
Splitting you wrist open, like a red spray can on the road
Ripping and tearing at your stomach
Pulling and stretching, intestines and blood on my face
Tearing and cutting through skin like a pile of rubber bands
I shred through your meat pile with my blade, stabbing and cutting.
Perhaps I will never live on past this day.
Cop sirens, I don't stop.
Ripping and chewing,
Coma.
You fucked with the wrong kid.
And now you have no future.
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