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My lurking want, for carnal sins |
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Your flesh my desire |
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And to cleanse my violin |
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Your throat |
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I slit And yet |
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I need no help to cure |
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My sanious abuse |
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A single jerk, is all it needs |
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To bring me to my climax, |
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And to bring you to your knees |
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You're all |
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I want, my corpses to be |
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My music incomplete |
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Until I bathe my strings in thee ' |
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Tis not for fun, |
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I feed on death |
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It provides me with the tunes |
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I play I give you but the best |
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A price to pay, but not a fee |
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One human more or less |
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Is quite indifferent to me |
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You'll find my strings around your neck |
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Your flesh will tense and start to break |
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Your blood will spurt and drench my hands |
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To give my notes a certain clang |
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My violin |
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I scrub and wax |
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But not with polish, soap or varnish |
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A finer substance |
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I recquire |
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I soak it in human carnage |
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Soaking, dampening my strings |
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Bathing the wood of my precious violin |
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Laughing, whistling as |
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I work Immersing my life in the sogginess of your blood... |
