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I always knew I was doing wrong

Obsessive desires and filthy thoughts

control, possess him

and keep him in my veins

constantly thinking about killing

to calm my inner pain

Drink up boy, this will set you free

pray to god, your saviour, me

Is there something you would like to ask me for

before I cut your throat? Before I drink your blood?

Before I taste you and swallow piece by piece?

Before I fulfil my own promise

and start my furious trip?

Tied up unconscious, you are lying on my bed

only a few moments separate us from your death

tools are prepared and waiting for first cut

soon we have become one

and you end up in my guys

lets start the feast