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Living as an assassin, prepared to die every moment

To rebel would be the wrong approach, quickly and vehemently tortured Drugged and left for dead.

Buried, forgotten, still alive scratches and crawls from his grave

Confronts his life with new eyes, can't quite grasp what's reality

From what is fantasy.

Alive, robust, ready for anything, one mind remembers her

One mind quests for blood revenge, the taste , the feel erotic

To the insane believed to be dead.

His love protects you won't expect the face of the man that once denied Death,

One swipe is all to make you fall, unable to scream, unable to crawl.

A hatred so blatant and real, your favorite psycho shreds on

His minds battle again and again, hallucinations screaming at him

He's moving through another man!

Kneading the entrails, indescribable power delivers

A fist with two gleaming blades, cut down without a sigh

No tears fall from these eyes

Remembering the prison, making love to that woman

Your doctor, your lover, your only chance to be out again

Come to each other with the trust of a child.

Masked identity, no one can see the pain etched in his face

That would make any other man bleed

Where will he go, no one will know

Wherever he is, his minds will prevail

And blood will be sure to ... FLOW!!