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Hunter of tears, relative to painhalf of this world is dark with the stainthe stain of unknowing the dead flowe buds,on smiling lips is innocent bloodthe corpse of your god can only rotand grow cold now promiseyou'll kill me before I get old
I heard you on the telephone moaningmy doom a cold woman will kill me in a darkened roomthe chain-saw smile of the mortician shines
I still got all my fingersbut somewhere I lost my mind
I can smell abortion on you I can see thru
I take the gun out of my mouth and point it at you
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