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You're Fucked with a sharp object Let's talk about high-impact No mercy for innocence The pliers are in you next Squirm, for research purposes Burns in the fur, we only learn that we're all murderers Cold steel going in dry, cutting, opening wide The reaper in a lab coat, syringe for a scythe Scalpel shine reflected in those puppy dog eyes and deep throated Cockroaches for the cleanup, bring in the locusts Lipstick on a rat and it's still a rodent If they ever need a motive why the fuck I snapped tell em This world is too sick to fix Prep the prods, shock tactics motherfucker The devil didn't make them do it They knew better Birds of a feather dying huddled together Back off, back off Are you scared? You fucking better be Always use a rubber with you cunts don't know where you been Taxidermist, pliers, axes, urges SongtexteI'll give you rats a purpose I sentence you all to die (And it goes like) Rip Gloves on, mask, bonesaw, apron Tear They want a reason why I chopped 'em to pieces? Just tell em This world is too sick to fix This world is way too sick too fucking fix Frozen in panic or did panic somehow freeze? You don't matter in the splatterhouse freak Down here your god is me You're fucked (with a sharp object repeatedly) Spill Blood and buckets of it Every witness has vomited Slice through the oesophagus This world is too sick to fix Down in the labs Strap the fucking stomach in and stab it (stab it) More than a few ways to skin a rabbit Leaving in a plastic casket Fuck Following the bloody paw prints To the medical waste Leave one wolf alive and the sheep are never safe Sharpening our razor blades Cut Deep Aus Songtexte Mania