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Carfax Abbey

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Your attention please I need answers where was your head
at and whose your maker?Tell me the truth man,
did you enjoy yourself give me your throat now see how you like it.
Not one memory to take with her, not a child, not even a
photo album.Strangled, naked, lying wet because of you.

Die slowly. Anticipation you've been mislead.
I'll not be satisfied until your dead.

Am I not feeble enough for you? Am I not fragile enough for you two?
Seems like the odds were in your favor.
Two against one now, you fucking cowards.

Not one memory to take with her, not a child, not even a
photo album. To think her last thoughts were of you regurgitates my hate.
Because that's bullshit, fucking bullshit.

There's no place like home.
There's no place I'd rather be then to see you hanging
from a fucking rope.