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I feel like I'm on my way. Night's coming.Flesh on sale, I feel death everytime and everywhereThe feel of blood floating in the airIn my coat I've got all my knivesIn my mind taking back some livesIt's my mission and I've got to admitThat's the best job I've ever hadBlood's like a second skinAnother shot of power in my veinsFear the Butcher...I'm sick and tired of telling liesIt's too easy to hypnotizeEyes and tongue in the same black bagAll these bodies I have to dragI'm drowning in their blood everydayI clean myself and then I prayMy wife's a christian and God only knowsWhat I will do when the doors are closedBlood's like a second skinAnother shot of power in my veinsFear the Butcher... From Letras Mania