A straight razor and a flick of the wrist
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Brass knuckles and a willing fist
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A big knife and a little scream
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They do wonders for my self-esteem
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Warm blood and a cold embrace
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The catch is better than the chase
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They all ask why I'm doing this
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Violence is bliss
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Chorus:
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What you see
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All I know to be
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Is a madman out on a killing spree
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One thing I say
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I did it all my way
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Gave rise to the dawn of the dying age
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When I feel the urge
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And it's tarting to surge
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Soon I'm blowing like an atom bomb
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When you comprehend
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Your life's coming to an end
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I'm going, going, going, going, gone
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Two things that I can't ignore
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Dark nights and an unlocked door
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I get the feeling and I follow through
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I get high like I'm sniffing glue
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It's time to let the games commence
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This really helps my self-confidence
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Blood orgy for the hedonist
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Violence is bliss
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Repeat chorus
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I never leave any telltale traces
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Only fear frozen on dead faces
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An orgasm of depravity
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It's the best kind of therapy
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I always flee the scene of the crime
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No victims, left to drop the dime
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So many lives yet to be dismissed
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Violence is bliss
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Going Going Gone
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Exodus |