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Текст (слова) песни: Cannibal Corpse - Grotesque
Monstrous My thoughts Revolting visions, carnage Bloodbath My dream Gore soaked My hands Hallucination, or real I wield The blade
Grotesque...mind...grotesque
Visions Murder See myself slashing, the throats Victims My friends Horror My crimes Fiendish memory, did I Kill them I must know
Did I kill them?
Life long friend Cut off his head
How can this be I butchered them Why would I slaughter them? Who gave me this knife to kill them With, how could I chop them up?
Survey my massacre Fragments of my comrades carpet The ground below I want to escape Stab myself suicide wake me up and set me free
[Solo: Pat]
Grotesque...mind...grotesque
Did I kill them? Did I kill them?
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