The view to see,
through the torn apart chest
Ribcage like a jail cell,
to the flesh and blood trying to get out
Stench of the pus clots
increases this murderous tension
No stopping this, slaughter the death prevention
Your corpse is mine, a test-dummy to my inventions

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Gaping Wounds song meanings
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