Текст песни Deeds Of Flesh - Sense Of The Diabolic
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What plagues the brainTo drive a clever childInto what we seeAs a threat to societyPlucking his victimsFrom the veins of the cityAn endless supplyOf new desiresFill the craving forA sense of the diabolicThe killers of killersSlumped the mangled bodyUp against a treeLike a hunched over scarecrowIn a fetal positionDuring tortureTrussed up like a hogIn the blackness of the forestScreamings unheardGagging on dirtPacked deep into the lungsEyes branded, have no colorCornesa engravedRandom incisions sliced deepThrough the muscle exposing bonesWhat plagues the brainTo drive a clever childInto what we seeAs a threat to societyPlucking his victimsFrom the veins of the cityAn endless supplyOf new desiresFill the craving forA sense of the diabolicDuring tortureTrussed up like a hogIn the blackness of the forestScreamings unheardThe killers of killers