The blood hit my cheek,
As I skinned the dead sheep,
I tasted a bit,
Licked the last from my lips,
And went on with work,
I am a normal man,
He is a killer,
I am a nice man,
A nice murderer,
Keep your children in at dark,
An anxious wreck,
He will rip at bark,
Do his best to pretend that it’s flesh
I am a healthy man,
Not right in the head,
I do my work,
Won’t stop until we are all dead
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