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These knives like feeling
my skin is peeling
the knife stoped
when my patence popped
i swore so loud
it made my ancesters proud
everyones afread
at the beast you made
it rages on forward
the things is says so obserd
born to make you suffer
for every second it was coverd
it still bleeds because of your hold
it\'s cuts and bruses ever so cold
nothing you can do can make it better
never will you tame this beast never
so give up and run away
befor it desides to make you pay