YOU WILL NOT LEAVE HERE ALIVE

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I got a mask and got a kill, I can throw axes right on target, I myself got this skill, Every kill makes my soul darker, All the survivor's blood I wanted to shed it, But thirst only increased with every corpse, Sorry, but my feelings of pity died long ago I put live meat on a chainsaw, I'm not fine, I've been morally slain now, The moral burden on my soul has drained me, I live every day and pay for my actions, I have my own channel along which I swim I don't need a direction, I can’t pour out all the pain from the soul, it rots there with my heart for a couple, IN THE REFLECTION OF THE MIRROR I SEE A MONSTER, THE KNIFE IS SHARPENED AND READY TO BE DIRTY, I hear the victim's breath and her heartbeat, MY SOUL IS LIKE DIRT, IT'S AS DARK AS DARKNESS, Today, my hunger has covered all sides, now I want to quench my thirst for blood, Believe me, with my beast in my head, YOU WON’T COME OUT WITH A SLIGHT FRIGHT, BETTER HOPE THERE'S A LOOP NEXT TO YOU, OTHERWISE, BILLY'S CHAINSAW WILL PIERCE YOU THROUGH, My body's closed cuz there are bleedin' scars on my skin, I MADE HOOKS ON WHICH YOU'LL HANG AND BLEED SLOWLY, AH, DEATH IS INEVITABLE AND WE ALL KNOW IT... YOU WILL NOT LEAVE HERE ALIVE, THIS PLACE IS THE PLACE WHERE YOU DIE, Run away and immediately get into the trap, THEN YOU WILL FINALLY LOSE YOUR LIMBS, It hurts to walk limping and bleeding along the way, You won't leave this hellish place, This is the place where you'll rest in fear TRUST ME YOU WILL DIE RIGHT HERE, YOU WILL DIE WITH A PIERCED HEART SPEAR, MY HEART IS BLACKER THAN MY SOUL, MY PITY LEVEL IS TOO LOW, THEREFORE I DON'T FEEL ANY REGRET FOR YOU, IN ANY CASE, NOW I'M NOT IN ME, BUT A HUNGRY BEAST, SORRY... HAHA HAHA HAHA YOU WILL NOT LEAVE HERE ALIVE...

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