Hunter of tears, relative painHalf of this world is dark with the stainThe stain of unknowing the dead flower budsOn smiling lips is innocent bloodThe corpse of your God can only rot and grow coldNow promise me you'll kill me before I get o ldI heard you on the telephone moaning my doomA cold woman will kill me in a dar kened roomThe chain-saw of the mortician shinesI still got all my fingers but so mewhere I lost my mindI can smell abortion on you I can see thruI take the gun o ut of my moth and point it at you
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