I Feel Like Killing You.

There's something inside me It's, it's coming out I feel like killing you, let loose the anger, held back too long, my blood runs cold [...] brutality now becomes my appetite, violence is now a way of life, the sledge my tool to torture, as it pounds down on your forehead [...] draining the snot, I rip out the eyes, squeezing them in my hands nerves are incised, peeling the flesh off the bottom of my weapon Involuntarily pulpifying facial regions [...] at one with my sixth sense, I feel free, to kill as I please, no one can stop me, created to kill, the carnage continues, violently reshaping human facial tissue.

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