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Murderer, psychotic, is this what I've become? Men, women, or children, it makes no difference Rape, their soft dead bodies I fuck when they can't stop me I just don't know what is real What is real what is fake Confusing, killing spree I'll tear the flesh right from their bones Illusion, of their deaths My mind shrouded in darkness Am I hallucinating? Or is my brain just sick? 'Cause when I fuck these corpses, I can feel them on my dick From behind the veil of flesh I can't distinguish what is real I fell alone and forgotten Contorted perception Piercing her hymen, cunt filled with broken glass I'll drag her kicking screaming, from her innocence Beaten, broken, torn, just one dead whore Is this a dream? Or is this just my life?
Death is the sickening reality Flesh is just the mask it hides behind Narcissistic, nihilistic, my mask of sanity has gone Welcome to my world Confusing killing spree Illusion of my death Am I hallucinating? Or is my brain just sick? Did I just kill these people? Am I the one that's dead? Rotten flesh Deep inside my skull Murderer Dwells within me
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