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• The Collection - Dead By 28
• The Collection - Loud Youth
• The Collection - Rabbit Junk

Killing is a wonderful thing the power i feel when i'm murdering
Victimize your soul and put you on display a symbol of gods falability
Never ending patterns of dissolution take away life and death pulls you in
The beauty of bloodshed while i dissect among the cadavers that i collect
My hideaway where hell is near down in darkness reaping fear
Beaten bodies carried here a deamon feeding on your fear
My hideaway where hell is near down in darkness reaping fear
Beaten bodies carried here a deamon feeding on your fear
When the killing's over i admire my work an evil artists death desert
Inhale the stench of rotting flesh soon you'll decompose just like the rest
This is my gift to the father of lies i walk the earth in a human disguise
I've traveled here from the land of sin for life and the promise of death within
My hideaway where hell is near down in darkness reaping fear
Beaten bodies carried here a deamon feeding on your fear
My hideaway where hell is near down in darkness reaping fear
Beaten bodies carried here a deamon feeding on your fear
My hideaway where hell is near down in darkness reaping fear
Beaten bodies carried here a deamon feeding on your fear
Cut you into pieces sew you back together eternal life in limbo part of my collection
Cut you into pieces sew you back together eternal life in limbo part of my collection
Cut you into pieces sew you back together eternal life in limbo part of my collection
Cut you into pieces sew you back together eternal life in limbo part of my collection
Down with the dead collage of degradation deaths eternal humiliation
Down with the dead collage of degradation deaths eternal humiliation
Down with the dead collage of degradation deaths eternal humiliation
Down with the dead collage of degradation deaths eternal humiliation
My hideaway where hell is near down in darkness reaping fear
Beaten bodies carried here a deamon feeding on your fear
My hideaway where hell is near down in darkness reaping fear
Beaten bodies carried here a deamon feeding on your fear
My hideaway where hell is near down in darkness reaping fear

Come with me, into my shop of antiquity, and odd horrors
just a little further now
take your time, I will take mine
with your screams
You're tearing at the seams
too far, for society's ears, come down down to my lab,
to my lab, wear your skin,
like a tight black leather dress,
I'll wear your skin like a tight black leather dress,
now your hair and your eyes are all mine,
part of my experiments,
for the collection,
the collection,
down down down down down we go into this crypt of your decay,
the collection of human body parts,
the collection of human body parts,
take your time, I will take mine,
with your screams,
you're tearing at the seams,
the collection of human body parts,
the collection of human body parts,
the collection...
I'll take your eyes and nail em to the wall,
I think I smell the pigs,
they just they don't they don't understand,
my experiments,
I'll go to mexico and change my name,
go to mexico and change my name,
but my experiments will never cease,
will never never never be lost,
the collection of human body parts,

Don't forget who drives you onward Its your fear and need for revenge and we'll always be here watching always be here watching
My face will be the last thing your shriveling pupil glints before your essence becomes one with oblivion and then your soul is mine and then your soul is mine
Don't forget who drives you onward And don't forget who promises freedom in this world of many enemies and Have I forgotten my self? Have I forgotten your gift? Of madness
Don't forget who gave you purpose and don't forget who's watching over you and we'll always be here
My face will be the last thing you contemplate before I eviscirate your defenseless body like a sheep on a hook And then your soul is mine And then your soul is mine
Don't forget who gave you purpose And don't forget who watches you succeed in this world of many enemies and Have I forgotten my self? Have I forgotten your gift? Of madness