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Ripping your flesh like a smouldering knife

Only cheap whores like the ones like you

Your ripped entrails

Are climbing on the ground

Don't care, you can't feel pain

Watching your arm striking down

Watching your arm tearing your flesh

A knot on your throat, which becomes tighter

Trying to shout, but can't hear your voice

Crucifying yourself to enjoy the pain

Don't know why, but rip out the nails.

Watching your arm striking down

Watching your arm tearing your flesh

Bodies in hanging tatters

Wish to become one like them

Getting ready to the final fight

Jump in the flesh-grinder