Try to comprehend me
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Before you tear the aorta
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Stab with a knife...
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...Once again
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Cut throat does not compare
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To the pleasure of raping a child
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Following her,
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I leered at her tiny boy
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Watched her delicate moves
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And that strange freshness
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Now, she's just a dead,
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Ripped corpse
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...In the cut throat
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I find my pleasure
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Raping the child
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You hatefully murder,
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Then desecrate
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My body
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You should have
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Done it before...
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...Before you thought
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Of revenge
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I was molested
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It doesn't matter now
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Now it's blood
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Now it's sperm
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Cut throat,
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Pleasure
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Pleasure
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| Yattering |
