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Worst Intentions

Backhoe Butchery

I brought you to this place
with the worst intentions
I'm gonna introduce your flesh
to my worst inventions
Laughing at your pain
Bleeding through severed veins
Fucked mind cannot contain
Clinically insane
Your last breath is just the begining
of my morbid plan
You've entered into the arms
of a fucked up man
Hacking to pieces, diced and minced
If you weren't dead, now I'm convinced
Flames lick the feet
of a mass of fresh fucking meat
Crimson puddles gather on the floor
It's not enough, I want more
Stalking the streets once again
My reign of terror never shall end






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