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I feel like I’m on my way. Night’s coming

Flesh on sale, I feel death everytime and everywhere

The feel of blood floating in the air

In my coat I’ve got all my knives

In my mind taking back some lives

It’s my mission and I’ve got to admit

That’s the best job I’ve ever had

Blood’s like a second skin

Another shot of power in my veins

Fear the Butcher…

I’m sick and tired of telling lies

It’s too easy to hypnotize

Eyes and tongue in the same black bag

All these bodies I have to drag

I’m drowning in their blood everyday

I clean myself and then I pray

My wife’s a christian and God only knows

What I will do when the doors are closed

Blood’s like a second skin

Another shot of power in my veins

Fear the Butcher…

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