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I hear your scream

but your lips don't move

I hear you pary, asking for help

But your mouth doesn't open

Your dead eyes continue looking at the emptiness

The tools ready to amputate your extremities

I'll be your entrance gate to death

I'll take my time to open up your ribs

I'll be your entrance gate to death

Brain damage

And slowly rip away your heart

The obession over death lives inside of me

You'll be induced to an eternal torment

Your cerebral convex

Will be deformed by the hits of the hammer

The tools ready to amputate your extremities

I'll be your entrance gate to death

I'll take my time to open up your ribs

I'll be your entrance gate to death

Provoking internal bleeding

And a deep irreversible brain damage

You'll enter a vegetative state

Your frozen tears

Because of the coldness of the room

And the slow flow of the blood in your veins

Putting end to the suffering

Culminating my macabre work of art