The Black Dahlia Murder

It's time go get the gun the one your family's hiding from sleeping in the dresser drawer do pull its trigger I implore kill your parents then yourself push your life right off the shelf die for metal leave this hell take this oath of blasphemation when asked to kill you won't or will casting aside the weak when lord belial your name he calls conquer or wallow in defeat blood in the ink the unholy writ of contract for your soul of your feeble peasant minds we have control we yank these hidden strings the ones that the make the razors go we're cancelling your favorite show we've pulled the plug we've closed the curtain drinketh deep now this cup of poison and drag a blade right through your veins slaughtering every soul around you of mortality you'll take the reigns you've broken your bones in violent ritual tattooed black your flesh in our name we ask you now to wield the razor at our command you'll worship pain pain calligraphy in crimson ink thick and dark each stroke I hereby swear my life to him here is the sacred parchment now part your skin and sign below
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