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The Art Of PerversionI'm in a placeWhere some are sent to end their lives At the bottom of a deep, morbid river I look around me And see stacked cold bodies That don't give me any answer My eyes preach The end of each of my aggressors I feel a that a dark end awaits me Because a bullet Marked my destiny Where my name lays Carved on it's mark And I playd for my actions Tragic ending Of the sadistic creator of the dead In the name of fear, fright is lost My bloody hands today are finally cleaned In the life of a sick murderer All feeling is dead Death is his horrific prayer Killing for money Murdering for pleasure Making dead ones Because of a bullet... |