Open wound, blood spills.
Your ass’s stretched – in my hands.
I like it, but you don’t.
And nothing quivers on your pretty face.

[Ref:]
Long dead you are – cold as ice.
I’ve reached too far – doing my vice.
My methods are bizarre – I am so nice.
What is done so far – you have died in cries.

Open wound, no blood spills
Your ass is gone – your face too.
You like it, but I don’t
And nothing quivers on my grimy face

[Ref:]
Long dead you are – cold as ice.
I’ve reached too far – doing my vice.
My methods are bizarre – I am so nice.
What is done so far – you have died in cries.

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