This unstoppable rage inside of me
Once torn from the womb
My tribulation commenced
With the swing of the hammer
I wil bring your existence to an end
Hatred everlasting, murder is salvation
Turmoil of the wicked, murder is salvation
I can't control my virtuosity, it comes easy to me
This unstoppable hatred within me
Once torn from the womb, my tribulation commenced
With the swing of the hammer, I'm bringing your end
Morbid human collage, a true display of art
Craving everlasting. To suture the dead
With grisly precision I model my creations
This sordid abattoir, a catwalk of cadavers
Craving everlasting, a true display of art
As I model my morbid creating
I see the beauty of murder
"you are nothing to me, an enumeration of cadavers
A lampshade at most, a cup to fill my dose
I can't wait for you to decompose"
Woe become of you if you will
Stand in my way of debauchery
As you stand perplex, at my crafty finesse
Admire the display of this rotting mess
I can't control my animosity, undeniable misanthropy
This unstoppable rage inside of me
Once torn from the womb, my tribulation commenced
With the swing of the hammer, I will bring your existence to an end
Woe become of you if you will, stand in my way of debauchery
As you stand perplex, at my crafty finesse
Admire the display of this rotting mess
Hatred everlasting, murder is salvation
Turmoil of the wicked, murder is salvation
I can't control my animosity, undeniable misanthropy This unstoppable rage inside of me Once torn from the womb My tribulation commenced With the swing of the hammer I wil bring your existence to an end Hatred everlasting, murder is salvation Turmoil of the wicked, murder is salvation I can't control my virtuosity, it comes easy to me This unstoppable hatred within me Once torn from the womb, my tribulation commenced With the swing of the hammer, I'm bringing your end Morbid human collage, a true display of art Craving everlasting. To suture the dead With grisly precision I model my creations This sordid abattoir, a catwalk of cadavers Craving everlasting, a true display of art As I model my morbid creating I see the beauty of murder "you are nothing to me, an enumeration of cadavers A lampshade at most, a cup to fill my dose I can't wait for you to decompose" Woe become of you if you will Stand in my way of debauchery As you stand perplex, at my crafty finesse Admire the display of this rotting mess I can't control my animosity, undeniable misanthropy This unstoppable rage inside of me Once torn from the womb, my tribulation commenced With the swing of the hammer, I will bring your existence to an end Woe become of you if you will, stand in my way of debauchery As you stand perplex, at my crafty finesse Admire the display of this rotting mess Hatred everlasting, murder is salvation Turmoil of the wicked, murder is salvation Explain Request ×
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