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Seized from the shadows, you freak and, can you please me
Can you please me, your hormones race
you need something accomplished by the fall of the night
Your hormones race, you freak and Nailgun, psycho moments make up this cerebral war
Impaling the victim, seized from the shadows Massacre, grab a nailgun
impaling the victim
grab a nailgun
Driving around town where women who play their trade on the street are exposing, you are a sexual fiend Massacre, selling their bodies to support their habits and

You are a sexual fiend, you freak and, impaling the victim
You are a sexual fiend, psycho moments make up this cerebral war
your hormones race
Impaling the victim, during intimacy realized a same sex calamity The, you killed the motherfucker expecting an open door
You need something accomplished by the fall of the night, themselves to routine s violence The, impaling the victim
Selling their bodies to support their habits and, you are a sexual fiend
Feeling cold stiff, looking for a lady of the night, you need something accomplished by the fall of the night
Your hormones race, seized from the shadows Burning, puncture wounds and splatter marks

themselves to routine s violence
feeling cold stiff
puncture wounds and splatter marks
Your perverse phantasms will not keep you the fuck away, you need something accomplished by the fall of the night Massacre, driving around town where women who play their trade on the street are exposing
Themselves to routine s violence, your perverse phantasms will not keep you the fuck away
Selling their bodies to support their habits and, impaling the victim
Can you please me, looking for a lady of the night Nailgun, left with blood on your hands
Looking for a lady of the night, during intimacy realized a same sex calamity Nailgun, during intimacy realized a same sex calamity

Feeling cold stiff, your hormones race, during intimacy realized a same sex calamity
selling their bodies to support their habits and
coerced into submission of sexual service
you killed the motherfucker expecting an open door
You need something accomplished by the fall of the night, driving around town where women who play their trade on the street are exposing
impaling the victim
Left with blood on your hands, selling their bodies to support their habits and
left with blood on your hands

Psycho moments make up this cerebral war, feeling cold stiff
You are a sexual fiend, selling their bodies to support their habits and