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Blood is dripping slowly off your face.

Killing made you live life in disgrace.

Other people make you sick and puke.

They're facing what I will do to you.

I've come off my throne to see you fall.

I enjoy the pain, I like the smell.

You got some rotting flesh, give me a call.

'Cause I know how to cook it well.

Parts frozen and locked in the freezer.

I keep her eyes so I can see her.

I'm no cannibal just wait and see

'till you feel my rusty blade.

Blood gasping on the kitchen floor,

my neighbours screaming at the door.

I invite them in of course,

to be my meal, the main course.

Microwave flesh...

Boiled bloody mess...