And as the blood trails down the sink you catch a glimpse
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But it's surreal, you're not who you think, feel so detached
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Just to your left, there in the tub, lays your helpless victim
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And as you scrub, all went to plan, although something's missing
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Because there was no, no relief, no release, it's not what you hoped it would be
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Dissatisfaction's fires reign, and the hunt starts again
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Through all these years, the plan's evolved, to the point of perfection
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So why the lack, why no resolve, why no sense of closure
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The perfect victim, it's what you had and more than once before
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So what went wrong, what flaws the scheme, why are the fires raging on
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You know there's a hatred, that you've tucked away in the blackest annals of your heart
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And you feel the compulsion, no it's more than that, like the very threat of consumption
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Deny all that's rational, chase satisfaction, make violence and hatred the master
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And each drop of blood, each vessel you drain still won't let you turn the key
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You kill again without remorse, yet the demons still come screaming
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Each sacrifice is closer to your supposed perfect ending
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But in the end, all that is real is the blood on your hands
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Until you're caught or until you're dead, the hunt demands your tending
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And The Hunt Starts Again
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