If the pain was yours I know to who you would hate,
if you would see you murderers while
they skin you alive I know what you would think.
I imagine you covered in blood… dead.
Feeling yourself skinned, cut into pieces, cooked and devoured.
If this would be your life you would be on my side.
There is not place to hide the miserable of you acts.
if you would see you murderers while
they skin you alive I know what you would think.
I imagine you covered in blood… dead.
Feeling yourself skinned, cut into pieces, cooked and devoured.
If this would be your life you would be on my side.
There is not place to hide the miserable of you acts.
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