Yankee Grey - The Art Of The 20th Century

I relase your blood
I let flow - more
And more - I smash
Pieces of you on the wall
Your body no longer resists -
You are to surrender -
- You are to die.
Murder instinct - madness
I entertain the world
Society turns
Reality to nightmare I kill - therefore I am
Be quiet boy,
Why do you fear?
I'll highlight your life...
...on TV they'll show you -
-With a razor
I rip your crotch
Don't blame me for this...
Be quiet boy.
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