Lyrics Roadside Rendez Vous - DeRanged
                                                No 
                                                urge 
                                                to 
                                                rape 
                                                or 
                                                penetrate.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cut 
                                                and 
                                                scar 
                                                and 
                                                kill, 
                                                loss 
                                                of 
                                                blood.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cut 
                                                throat 
                                                carving 
                                                weak 
                                                human 
                                                flesh.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beauty 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                blade.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gaping, 
                                                wounds 
                                                consume.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Layers 
                                                of 
                                                skin 
                                                separate 
                                                and 
                                                split.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Laceration 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                bone,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Put 
                                                up 
                                                hands 
                                                to 
                                                save 
                                                yourself.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Which 
                                                    I 
                                                hack 
                                                to 
                                                fucking 
                                                bits,
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                remorse 
                                                your 
                                                skull 
                                                    I 
                                                split.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Layers 
                                                of 
                                                skin 
                                                separate 
                                                and 
                                                split.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Which 
                                                    I 
                                                hack 
                                                to 
                                                fucking 
                                                bits,
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                remorse 
                                                your 
                                                skull 
                                                    I 
                                                split
 
                                    
                                
                                                Convulsions, 
                                                fear, 
                                                now 
                                                cease 
                                                to 
                                                be,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Work 
                                                of 
                                                art 
                                                on 
                                                human 
                                                shit.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Carved 
                                                face, 
                                                death 
                                                mask 
                                                rip.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Loss 
                                                of 
                                                blood 
                                                your 
                                                cause 
                                                of 
                                                death.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Work 
                                                art 
                                                on 
                                                human 
                                                shit.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Loss 
                                                of 
                                                blood 
                                                your 
                                                cause 
                                                of 
                                                death.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wok 
                                                art 
                                                on 
                                                human 
                                                shit.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Carved 
                                                face, 
                                                death 
                                                mask 
                                                rip.
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                remorse 
                                                your 
                                                skull 
                                                    I 
                                                split.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ligaments 
                                                and 
                                                body 
                                                joints,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Severed 
                                                at 
                                                your 
                                                fingertips.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bones 
                                                now 
                                                buckle 
                                                and 
                                                break,
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                the 
                                                mallet 
                                                    I 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                hit.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                waves 
                                                of 
                                                pain 
                                                your 
                                                living 
                                                hell,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sharpened 
                                                tools 
                                                to 
                                                butcher 
                                                you.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bones 
                                                not 
                                                buckle 
                                                and 
                                                break.
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                the 
                                                mallet 
                                                    I 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                hit.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Destroyed 
                                                while 
                                                still 
                                                alive.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Autopsy 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                living.
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                torture 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                thrive.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fatal 
                                                gaping 
                                                gut 
                                                incision,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Penetrate 
                                                your 
                                                eyes.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Autopsy 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                living.
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                torture 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                thrive.
 
                                    
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