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You have come for feeding You won’t leave while breathing You will die here screaming No one can help you Your meal half digested Still you are molested No tip and it’s attested You’ve ended up on the menu As you are tied to the desk Inside of my basement that I’ve specially designed to make you weep Various devices and machinery prepared and thеy were not cheap Sеgregate the limbs from the body Using a chainsaw I got as a birthday present Mother knows what’s best for her boy Gushing of blood at my face just makes me transcendent Share with me your full life story Key information for this torture to be vivid Your body becomes my toy Every good toy needs a concept to be fun Your gaze caught by a mysterious satanic mark, a symbol on the floor You think it’s a ritual but I don’t have a clue where it came from Letras de canciones40, your best years Daughter and a son Loyal wife and a dog Life was a paradise 20 years grinding school Half a life for PhD Steady job in programing Life was a deity Go to church every day Along with your family Thank the god for your luck Life as a fantasy Strange path of this life Led you to me Now in hands of a psychopath Unalived you’ll be So coincidental Fate is accidental Future with potential Easily destroyed As your time is ending To sleep you’re transcending Your beliefs are bending This fucking life is a fraud From Letras Mania