Kill Your Friends

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I beat them with my fist

I ripped out there veins

I stabbed them in the head still I couldn't see their brain

I'm walking down the hall, checking off my list

I carve the next one's face off

I stab him with his spine

i wont stop till all their heads are mine

I shop one with a needle, and from his mouth there was froth

I dismembered a member with a hack saw

As i walk through the bloody scene

I burn the next one with acid green

i rub ones bones and flesh with sandpaper raw

I burn the final one

till his blood is nothing but ashy gray

I am Asmoday And this is where it now begins,

all the murderous fun

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