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Six million lira

All in cash

In the fourth furnace

in the old warehouse

Bruno

My son

Killer, killer

I just buried him

He was already dead

Beaten

Strangled

Manic repetition

The killer is a maniac

Censorship

In an isolated town

Saving none

What sins will they commit?

Dead forever

I made three dolls

out of wax

and painted them black

13 devils

enter someone's mouth

Let the mouth affect the blood

and he kills

No guilty faces

Just a look of fear

He'll kill her

He'll kill her