Your murder is a pleasure, I bury my knife in your back
Nothing pleases me more, than to saw and to cut and to hack
Like a surgery of peril, or a theater of war
I take my scalpel-blade to the forehead of this whore
Nobody heard her screaming, nobody heard her die
I burried my knife in her sternum, she fell down with a sigh
Your murder is a pleasure, I bury my knife in your back
Your family has abondoned you, as you hang upon a rack
Your savior cannot hear you, your father has gone deaf
You look upon the blood stained walls
And utter your last mortal breath
Pain is a virtue, I've always loved to kill
Nobody hears you crying
For I shall eat my fill
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