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I love to see you writhe in throe The more you suffer my lust grows I slit your throat and tear your flesh My desire will be your death SADIST ( Tormentor)I welter in blood I rape and slay Stab sliver lacerateso many lusts to satisfy To still my hunger another must die SADIST ( Tormentor)" But now the sand of time is running out"I feel old (so cold) Can hear the bell toll So week (must sleep) Can hear my victims shout Can't stand their cries their call I gotta pay for my lusts... They're dragging me down...
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