G R U N G E   G I R L

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I am the master of this world of fallen dreams - and of eternal suffering and endless screams.

Of all the hearts that I have taken into hell, this pretty grunge girl will be the sweetest of all.

Her life scars will soon be carved into her skin. Her blood will nourish me to live and live again.

There will be only echoed screams to hear her cries. From her mutilated body, and her punctured eyes.

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I want to kill it, and kill it, and keep killing it.

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Her naked body will be strapped onto a rack.

She will be stretched until her bones begin to crack.

I will release my dogs feast upon her flesh.

Eaten alive, sprawled, screaming as she's stretched.

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I want to kill it, and kill it, and keep killing it. .
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Her pain won't end even after the end of time.

Tortured pulsating body is forever mine.

Eternal torment for her screams will never die.

Her soul is mine forever, body to defile.
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I want to kill it, and kill it, and keep killing it.