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A crimson waterfall spills
As the blunt edge hits your head
Is there pain to feel ?
Or are you already dead ?
Nevertheless it does not end here
If you somehow make it
You'll have to live in fear
If you get to live at all
So let the crimson tide
Wash away your deeds
Let all the blood spill
Between your broken teeth
Smashing through your head
I feel no remorse
There's just no regret
The pounding will not stop
Even when you're dead
There's nothing to gain
I have nothing to lose
It's all over now
You'll die in vain
It's not for possession
It's not a fit of rage
But when I'm done
You won't have a face
You won't have a shape at all
I hear the bones crack
As blood splatters the wall
I'll smash and tear
I'll stomp and push
Til there's nothing left
But a bloody pile of mush
Shattered skull fragments protrude
Though what's left of your head
If you could just feel all this
You would be glad you're dead
I shatter all your ribs
And break into your chest
Your heart's no longer beating
But I won't give it any rest
I'll smash your whole body
Into one bloody mess
There will be no tears
For one such as you
We came out in the streets
We'll drag you down with us
And feed you to the pigs

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