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Rage and anger burns.....
Acid in the stomach churns....
and Killing is the new name of the game.

Slowly cut away....
Saving all the pieces....
Another day.... comes and goes
The blood stains on the wall

     Will not wash away....
     They will not wash away....
     I try, but they just won't wash away.

Clear back through the woods.....
Trampled bodies.... underfoot
All the slash marks.... smelling and decay

Testament of truth..... Collected
Some are old... and some are youth
Skulls saved, I slowly slip away.....

     Drain the blood away.....
     Drain the blood away.....
     I drink all... of this blood away.....

I can't stop this rage.... slowly
Turn the key, the Cage
This one's lucky, I let her get away.

Buisness done today.... I start
To Wash these stains away
Hands won't come clean.... She doesn't get far away

I carved her up real nice. (Slice!)
Did you hear?... the head fall....
Another one goes and the blood stains on the wall.....

       Will not wash away.... they will not wash away
       I try... but they never will wash away.......