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Early in September Can you recollect those days Thirteen mutilated corpses Played as an erotic game Laughter in my brain Tell us the names Untouched minds of purity Enraptured your eyes These tiny helpless cowards I hate them like my own Haunting, rambling; bleeding Feelings like a thunderstorm First they called me uncle They will never see the sun Abandoned creatures No one has to meddle in Denounce my identity jeer at my visions Lies! That's nothing but lies! I hear them crying / a new way of dying My mother hoots / no one loves me No one wants to know the truth Flash lights / seething with hatred Voices / castrate and behead the bastard Spit runs from my brow / I grin in their faces Smelling the hate / oh what a wonderful day From Letras Mania