| I can look you straight in the eyes
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| Feeding on your hate and despise
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| My work here is done
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| Your suffering has begun, now it is my time to die
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| Sentenced to death for raping and killing
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| Your beloved children, so young and unwilling
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| I will gladly depart, with your hate in my heart
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| Their death to me was truly fulfilling
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| Feeling stronger than ever, on into the never
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| Your death penalty is liberation to me
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| Remember my acts with great demise
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| Keep the legacy of my depravity alive
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| The screams of terror, the scenes of horror
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| In your nightmares and thoughts I shall arise
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| Deprived of sanctuary
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| No room for love and for pity
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| Completely indulged in hate
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| My execution awaits
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| My pleasures derive from atrocities
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| Compelled to act out my fantasies
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| Children suffering, helplessly bleeding
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| The fear in their eyes is like a drug to me
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| Slashed their faces beyond recognition
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| Battered their bodies into submission
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| Raped in their own blood, left there to rot
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| The ultimate gratification
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| Now I am the object of torture
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| You seek the fear in my eyes
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| But all the masochist in me
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| Can simply do it smile
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| In a comfortable seat in which I die
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| With a grin on my face I’m ready to fry |