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letra de the collection - crucifiction

i hope you like the bitter taste
of my hands creating art with your face
been on your scent for days
it’s entertaining how you thought you would slip away

i make art from the corpses
lined up in my bas-m-nt
enter the diary of a dope fiend
who’s favorite drug is hacking and murdering

you’re the sickest creation
my eyes have ever seen
your lies are pathetic
its disgusting you ever touched me

putrid waste drip slowly from their bodies
decomposing
mold grows from thе maggots and the flies
disgusting displays of pure mеrciless, torture and evil waste
scr-ping the features and the flesh from your f-cking face

i hope you like the bitter taste
of my hands creating art with your face
been on your scent for days
it’s entertaining how you thought you would slip away
i hope you like the bitter taste
of my hands creating art with your face
been on your scent for days
it’s entertaining how you thought you would slip away
lips sewn together so you can’t scream
eyelids removed so you can look at me
lips sewn together so you can’t scream
eyelids removed b-tch look at me
now

this is what you’ll get
entering the grasp of a masked k!ller
this is what you’ll get
when you f-ck with a psychopath

there was no accident in my plans
of dismantling your body to pieces
there was no accident in my plans
of dismantling your body to pieces

torn limb for limb
like lamb to the slaughter
dismembered flesh
creating my masterpiece

- crucifiction

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