Have you ever touched a dead body before?
It feels like all your nerves
Are laughing at god's face
I remember hiding just behind the door
Contemplation of the dying master face
It feels like all your nerves
Are laughing at god's face
I remember hiding just behind the door
Contemplation of the dying master face
They spoke of heaven but...
They didn't know Michael Myers
They speak of hell but...
They don't know Michael Myers
Yet...
How many sins still to go on?
In my search I have found the way
Killing makes me aware of my mission:
Destroying beauty without a trace!
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