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[Music: Aldridge, Lyrics: Dower]
Like cattle to the slaughter, he lures them to
their death
Morbid thoughts fill twisted mind, a crave for
tearing flesh.
Friendly face, a lollipop.
He traps them after school
Flat-chested, pretty six-year-old, the type that
makes him drool.
Lubricates his vile tool, child tied to the bed
Rams his rod, the pelvis snaps, sheets stained
brown and red
[Ch]
Frustration tears his mind apart
The pain in his brain- Making him insane...
His tool shed hosts a magnitude of corpses torn
and scattered
Bloodied meat strewn on the floor from bodies
slashed and tattered.
Sickened brain, repulsive lusts, feeble bodies
torn apart
Finger paints, with body fluids, disgusting
abstract art.
Stark staring mad, re-enacting horrid dreams
Horrors of his mind-made reality
More than flesh and blood can bear, raging
uncontrolled
Feeble heartbeat drifts away, corpse lies still
and cold.
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