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Their throats are open graves. A foul stench drips from their lips.
False and treacherous, in shame. Condemned to a world of shit.

Cut. Slice. Stab. Open Their Throats.

Windpipe opens into an abyss. Of pain and sufferance.
Gaping hole of shame. Chasm of eternal pain.

Cut. Slice. Stab. Open Their Throats.

With my knife, I cut down their lives. As blood stains all of their skin.
Darkness starts to blanket their souls. Cold and red scar from within.
With my knife, I open their throats. Wind from their wounds now scream.
Release their suffering into my world. Bringing nightmares into their dreams.

With my knife, I cut down your life. As blood stains all of your skin.
Darkness starts to blanket your soul. Cold and red scar from within.
With my knife, I open your throat. Wind from your wounds now screams.
Release your suffering into my world. Bringing nightmares into your dreams.

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