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I'm the specter of endless screams, a thing not of humanity
According to the hangmen who slit my wrists just to see me bleed

A suffering end for me, yet likely as just as it could be
Their cheering screams lead me on to live immortal in memory

My veins yet drip and my teeth are smashed
I still live as I'm turned to ash
It would be a miracle
If they would ever forget my face

For every woman I've raped and killed, surely I shall get my fill
A noose around a bleeding neck and death's welcoming chill

Punctured lungs still gasp for air, death rattles fill the square
Blood gushes forth unto the stones, spelling out my end

My veins yet drip and my teeth are smashed
I still live as I'm turned to ash
It would be a miracle
If they would ever forget my face

Though I've cried and called for salvation
No god will hear my screams
Locked in isolation
To spend the rest of eternity

My nails are pulled and my hair is torn
My body but a bleeding sore
But it would be a miracle
If they would ever forget my face

The pendulum swings in time with my convulsions
A macabre display of humanity's devotions

To ritualize and to televise
The act of dying - the pleasure is mine

My veins yet drip and my teeth are smashed
I still live as I'm turned to ash
It would be a miracle
If they would ever forget my face

Though I've cried and called for salvation
No god will hear my screams
Locked in isolation
To spend the rest of eternity

My nails are pulled and my hair is torn
My body but a bleeding sore
But it would be a miracle
If they would ever forget my face

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