No coffin left unopened
No body left unburied
A funeral for the
I am the living, walking, killing carnivore
I carve the flesh
Trapped in the moment of death forever
Dead
I'm not a man
A trail of blood on the floor
Bits of entrails on
Cold skin to cut
The corpse lies dead and wet
A knife
Another victim to slaughter dead
Another snitch to deal with
A million
I got no time to bleed
There's more for me to
Handcuffed to the bed
I wait to stick it in
Sharpened knife
A tight grasp around your throat, squeezing the life out
I
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