{Intro}
I want to play a game. So far in what could loosely be called your life you’ve made a living watching others. Society would call you an informant, a rat, a snitch. I call you unworthy of the body you possess, of the life that you’ve been given. Now we will see if you are willing to look inward rather than outward to give up the one thing you rely on in order to go on living. The device around your neck is a death mask. The mask is on a spring timer. If you do not locate the key in time, the mask will close. Think of it like a Venus flytrap. What you are looking at right now is your own body, not more than two hours ago. Don’t worry, you’re sound asleep and can’t feel a thing. Taking into account that you are at a great disadvantage here, I’m going to give you a hint as to where I’ve hidden the key, so listen carefully. The hint is this… It’s right before your eyes. How much blood will you shed to stay alive, Michael? Live or die, make your choice
{Verse 1: Nocturnal}
{Chorus}
One, Trigger, Two, Trigger, Three, Trigger, Four
{?} the beef, we bring at the chainsaw
Graveyard style still remain full
And {?}, we have horrorcore
One, Trigger, Two, Trigger, Three, Trigger, Four
{?} the beef, we bring at the chainsaw
Graveyard style still remain full
And {?}, we have horrorcore, what?
{Verse 2: Nightmare}
My metaphors so sharp when I swing swords
And cut through umbilical cords from the grave I’m raised in the seminars
My chainsaw remains your blood stains in the rain storm
So take the pain
{?} and the sin {?} as you disappear
As you walk in acid rain, I bring the pain
Take the razor blades to your neck
{?} bring the nail through the jugular veins
Surrounded by demons at you with my pin {?} needles
{?} with the sting of your thousand mosquitos
Attack like {?}
It’s Nightmare here, the {?} of the dying breed
{?} so rest in peace
Bring those spits in tongues on the belly of the beast
With triple {?} the crews ignite you their disease
{Chorus}
{Interlude}
You m#th*rf#ck*r! Where is he?! WHERE IS HE?! That’s a problem you’re gonna have to solve before it’s too late. He has about two hours before the gas creeping into his nervous system begins to break down his body tissue and he begins to bleed from every orifice he has. Oh, yes. There will be blood
{Verse 3: Cloud Zero}
{Chorus}
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