Bitter Defeat
Beyond The Flesh
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Deep from under my skin
Something comes alive
A perverse affection with the jugular vein
Fresh blood i must find
I love the site of lacerated flesh
The hunt the thrill the smell
No need to pray motherfucka
'cause we're both going straight to hell
I grab my knife, slice deep into his neck, severing the trackia
Crimson trails run down his back collecting in a pool of blood
Homicidal, it's all worth while
For the scent of fresh blood
It's smells so sweet
New found glory
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