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Scissors Paper Yah Sleepless nights of endless torture laying cold as you eat my dreams haunting me with dreading nightmares I awake gasping for my life your rich taste is what I fucking crave I wish to infest upon your fucking clit I ripped your ribcage,apart to show your to show your true self an omen to our lives your leaking guts, showing your bloodening your bloodening insides the stench of your rot rotting guts makes children cry so tie the fucking noose i'll kick the fucking chair you can scream all you like slut it wont get you anywhere i'll bite your ears off get the shot gun so when i rape you blow your brains to dust you won't hear yourself scream Songtexte You did this to me, this ain't no game your made of plastic, you slut, you spastic I know where you were I will cut you where the sun dont shine Aus Songtexte Mania