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3:42 (Victim XI)
03:23
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Come on, take a leap of faith!
My gate is open
Your will – taken care of
No lights, I promise
You will rest
In pieces
Morbid is an image of an amateur suicide
An act Your book forbid –
You will never be allowed to the Heaven
Integrate into my Word of salvation
It is written in flesh and blood
No limits, no contribution
Power of three will be for thee, too
I will dissect You to improve
The handling of the knife
Fillet Mignon I will make
To feed the ones who will come, too
When all is lost and gone
Everyone deserves the last supper and rites
Power of three will be for thee, too
Power of free?
Power of me will help You indeed
Power of me is the slicing You need
Did cut You open like a helpless worm
Apparently there was nothing inside quite worth
The meat is poor and so must be the wits
And this is why into my book You’ll fit
Read between the lines
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Revelation (Victim X)
03:38
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Sometimes they seem still angry
Wandering furiously around and searching for the revenge
Cold hatred in their ravenous eyes
Capillaries filled with venomous, putrid blood
Some of them look fairly mild
As if a favour was granted for only themselves
It’s hard to see a good deed
In being severely mutilated and gutted
Ignorance seems to be a plague
Lots of them stubbornly pray
But in the end it’s verily the same
Incineration, worm food or decay
The majority is severely injured
Blood yet not clotted, dried
Eyes ripped out, hanging on veins
Broken limbs, shredded spine
Unable to fight the ruthless force
Confused, horrified look in the eyes
Last tremors of the cooling corpse
Air around chills as spirit dies
Unable to fight the ruthless,
Horrified look in the eyes
Of the cooling corpse
As the spirit dies
This is not a fiction
This is not a dream
This is not a fragment of imagination
This is not a fiction
This is not a dream
This is something You will see for real
I want to tell You my secret now
I see the people dead
Every now and then
I wave them every time
Before I secretly bury them
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Overwhelming is the urge for fatality
When the prey is wounded, on the ground laying
Ending all the suffering and distinct pain
But fortunately not all of us are dying
My psykhosis (is) demanding
More lines for the résumé
So the killings can resume
I've mastered strangulation
Fatal autopsy I perform blindfolded
Knots for hanging practically tie themselves
Well known are all dissolving chemicals
Not so clear is the art of torture
Exploring limits of pain tolerance
To achieve perfection I need firm hand for abacination
Easy for the patient to sit still and wait for darkness
Not comparable with efforts for preparation
For seemingly simple procedure of burning out eyes
Not to mention required stability
Both mental and physical ability
To be able to control the pressure
To be able to maintain the nerve
Not to cut the humble thread
Which separates the living from the dead
For another act try starvation
It’s a race against time
Will it be a lab rat to survive
Or a breakdown for the referee
Overwhelming is the urge for another bite
Another meat filled with depression
So many temptations along the path of torture
Killing is easy, I assure
I don’t kill for pleasure
I am all about efficiency
You will not see it until
You walk in my shoes
Then You will find that time is treasure
And You will not kill in vain
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Disturbing news all over the media
Someone got injured, left to die
Authorities are clueless, audience mad
Asking themselves who did it or when or why
Suddenly from woods, another corpse (is) discovered
Tied to the tree with barbed wire
Clothes torn to shreds, so’s the victim’s skin
Eyes poked out, teeth covering ground
No intentions, no accidents
No accidents, no news, no payday
Four car crash, on the highway
Because of black ice, on a warm summer day
Weather can be manipulated
Resulting in people mutilated
So no more
Alteration of the written timeline
Human life so short is nugatory
Before You can finish a blink of an eye
You die and confront the purgatory
Which can be arranged right here
Providing the madman the tools and motive and target to clear
Some sick maniac chasing people with flamethrower
Causing fear, panic and chaos,
highest ratings delivered will excuse the cause
Followed by a mentally challenged pacifist with M20B1
Inadvertently pulling the trigger, releasing the load
Breaking news brought by pain
Accomplish the aim
Whatever the reason, whatever the clause
The innocent suffer and so will the mob
The ethical question is where is the line between
Predefined fate and altered future
The actions of one will affect hundred other
The one who’s to blame, unpunished remains
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Hacking up Your corpse in cold blood
There are no mistakes to be made
A glance at Your body as it falls apart
You won’t be in pain
Peeling off your skin for the sole purpose
Of revealing the flesh as it interest me
Full of curiosity but still nervous
My work will be done flawlessly
Puzzling to me is your anatomy
Thousands of pieces
Will have to fit perfectly
Practice what You breach
Practice makes perfect what you preach
Witness my arousal
Be aware of my knowledge
Can I cut this wire?
Where will it lead?
Most of this You will not learn in colledge
I’ll take notes
Why eyes will fill with greed
While you lay there and bleed
Puzzling to me is your anatomy
Thousands of pieces
Will have to fit perfectly
Unable to perform myectomy
The first incision was made in haste
There is still so much to learn
My alma mater is killing
How to correct the mistakes made before?
Never underestimate the will to explore
Maybe I can better with a rusty chainsaw …
... which proved nothing except for
This is just a tool for an expert to perform
Hemicorporectomy
Unable to perform dermoplasty
Nothing seems to fit together
Nothing useful left to learn
My alma mater is killing
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6. |
Aqua Regia (Victim IX)
04:08
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Six feet under is the place
Deep and secure Elysium
To rest and rot as normal corpse
Feed the worms, enrich the soil
Give a curious man something to discover
But not today
Never unearth the remains You will
For crematory and grief
Never unearth the remains You will
since nothing remains to uncover
Growing tensions
Stress unresolved
Suppressed emotions
Threats to the health
Major Depressive Disorder
Episodic acute, chronic stress
Dysthymia, Bipolar disorder
Irritability and frustration
Anxiety and panic
Dizziness and chest pain, acid reflux
Nausea, rapid heartbeat, palpitations
For all of this fake I’ve got remedy
Candle light in the dark
Not a thought in a head
Soothing new age tones
Leading closer to the feeling of the dead
This is what I literally offer for the treatment of the weak
Mellow bath with nitro-hydrochloric acid
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You are not my enemy
I only take You down due the random of my will
No solid reason is needed for a voluntary kill
I am the serpent, I am the predator
I am what’s coming for You for the sane prosperity
Endomorphin level is high
The satisfaction of a slaughter
Oh heavenly father, are You proud
I am Your seed, I am your daughter
Total depravity, the Original Sin
Is just a harmless fairy-tale for the weak
But it’s too late to be afraid when I come
I am the real deal
Not a bunch of words
I am the one who’s going to serve You to the worms
You were not my enemy
I only took You down due the random of my will
No solid reason was needed for a voluntary kill
I am the serpent, I am the predator
I am what’s coming for You for the sake of prosperity
You have a right for a good deed:
Die for the better...
Born to die nevertheless
Satisfied?
I know I am
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Suffering to the point where the pain is pleasure
is the goal to the following game
You take depressed body and soul
And modify it with proper tools
You will kill Yourself
Will You kill Yourself?
The only solution to the pain
Is the outcome of my deeds
You will not necessarily enjoy
I know, You're not the first
You will kill Yourself
Will You kill Yourself?
I will show what this game is all about
Knife goes in, guts come out
You will see my archness’ full extent
When You’re torn inside out
Prepare the tools
No need for disinfection
I will cut You to the perfection
I will show what this game is all about
Knife goes in, guts come out
You will see my archness’ full extent
When You’re torn (inside out)
I’ve had my fun
The level’s achieved
Put all the pieces of flesh together, sew up
Seal all the wounds
Electrocute back to life to suffer afresh
Prepare the tools
You need another session
I will cut You to the perfection
Suffering... to the point where the pain is pleasure
is the goal to the following game
You take depressed body and soul
And modify it with proper tools
You will kill Yourself
Will You kill Yourself?
It is easy to follow the rules
You know the game:
Knife goes in, guts come out
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Depositary (Victim IV)
03:15
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Through the aisles of the dead I walk
Taken down with care and thought
And assorted
This is a warehouse of flesh
You’re welcome
To stay and become
New items in my collection
Of human spare parts
Wake up, breathe in and smell the putrid air
Reeks from the miserable ones yet not very dead
Eliminate
Purify
Get online. Log in. Search “People I may know”.
Add Friend. Like. Post comment. Meet. Execute.
This is not assassination
This is pure mercy
Thank me
You will be another item
In my collection
Thank You
Eliminate deficiency of fresh blood
Purify the breed from the indolent
Drag to the keep
Mutilate first
Explain later
We have something in common
Let me introduce You to a couple of my friends
This is mister pain, You know
Just how much it hurts when You understand at last
There is no regret in my stone cold heart
When I rush You to the cure:
Drain the blood and then dismantle
I assure You will not suffer ... much ... no ... no ...
Yes, I will kill You, too
Purify
Eliminate
Through the aisles of the dead I walk
With a blade in a hand and the head in another
Entrails will go to aisle Four
All the blood and the mess does not bother
Just makes me want for some more
Add more friends. Meet. Drag Down and show that
This is where I hold my stash
This is a warehouse of flesh
You’re welcome
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10. |
Victim 1264 (Victim V)
03:08
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I never forgot the victim number twelve
hundred sixty four on table seven
More numbers I perceive more and more I need to kill
the box is full of fingers and toes
And then again when awakens my will
The streams of eternity call for the hour of plead
And then again when awakens my will
I count the heads of eleven...
...exactly nine hundred and five I need
Don’t talk kill all
The knowledge acquired from medium, moulded minds
The numbers are flawless, the numbers are always
The key to the unknown
But this is merely close to importance of
Twelve hundred and sixty four
For the equation spread wide open on the floor
Constructed of variety of guts and blood
This is the moment I knew
I’m totally out of the ink
So close to the ambient answer
Next one from the pile I take
Your fear rises, more strength I will gain
Please open your eyes and feel and see
How I skin your skin and heal
Your desolate, desperate, pleading soul full of numberless pain
And when the day passes by another
Figure arrives like forty-one other
You do not need to calculate anything else
I already know the answer for everything
I only will need You tormented, gutted and severed
Completing the vital formula, yet to improved
And then again when weakens my will
The numbers shall recreate vision of near perfect score
And then again when there’s nothing to kill
New chapter begins with a look at the severed victims of 12 100 and 64
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So, You’re dead
And I don’t freaking care
The given peace and tranquillity
You should enjoy
Less fortunate suffer the day
While You “unwind”
I’ve killed so much it’s becoming routine
To kill the routine ...
... I dig holes
Obsessed with numbers, I will find You a perfect spot
Aligned with Orion and Sirius
Along with others You will make a pattern in centuries
The bones will last but my idea, it will not
It will puzzle the scientists
When they indeed will dig a hole by themselves
It seems to reveal
The ancient burial ground of the culture
They never knew of
Deciphering the geometry and considering
The fact that nothing else but bones were found
Theory of spiritual reincarnation
Through interstellar wormhole travel is born
As everything seems to be fitting together
Millions believe and will follow
Committing mass suicide
Since everything seems better in non-material afterlife
So, You’re all dead ...
I accomplished my goal to get rid of the dull
Which means I’m all alone, bored once again
They say God works in mysterious ways
That’s true, I’ll rebuild in seven days
Guess, why...
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