Creeping further into your skin
Victory is torment with butchery
You will be, you shall be
Gutted in the throat
Ripped apart, dismembered
In the throat
To see what we could
Do to your fucking lungs
I will gut you with no thoughts
I will disregard your pain
COME GET THIS
FUCK YOU BITCH
CALLED ME YOUR FRIEND
BUT FRIENDS WERE NOT
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