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You, passionless...little mess I must confess, I caused your death Save the world, kill yourself do it myself Tie a noose, masturbate Pissing cum you say goodbye But I am afraid you'll be back...breaking us It ends, quite nice Anger Violence Sex Coming, with each slice Anger Violence Sex Blades spinning, for your sinning Come and blood stains on the bed Cut you with a knife until you are surely dead