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Spears of glass
Straight through the hands
Slice by slice
The feelings of
Metal through flesh is ecstasy
Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires
Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires
The dream becomes very real
The only way
To stop the hunger is feed the pain
Feed the pain
Insane thoughts of suicide brought
To life
suicide brought to life
The dream becomes very real
As the graves are wombs
For the embryos to grow
Soulless merchants search for sufferers
The suffering!
Cut by cut
The liquid life runs from the body
Stabbing wounds bust the innards
The skin becomes the canvas
For the suffering
THE SUFFERING!
Dead, dead alive
Living, living to be
Dead, dead alive
Living, living to be
As the graves are wombs
For the embryos to grow
Soulless merchants search for sufferers
Spears of glass
Straight through the hands
Slice by slice
The feelings of
Metal through flesh is ecstasy
Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires
Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires
Brought to life
The dream becomes very real
Dead, dead alive
Living, living to be
Dead, dead alive
Living, living to be
DEAD!