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i put on some gloves

dig the shit from the mud

now all i need is to know where to put your blood

there will be fun tonight

a sacrafice

but to everyone i hate, who?

you dear you

see, my dear i want you gone

i want you to die the most painful death amoung us

i want to slit your throat with a fishing wire

or tie you to a chair and set this house on fire

not the devil himself could punish you how i want to

there is no punishment made for you

that would satisfie my buring blue

fire that i have in my heart for you

mind, soul, both hating you

cutting your throat and drinking you

would be the most vampiric thing to do

horendous i want it

and horendous it will be

your death will make me happy

and your soul will be added to my tally

and your corpse added to my celler

and my pen to cross out another

name from my list no one wants to be on

be careful what u say to me i cannot be broken

but ur ribs and skull can