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Human Collapse - Machette lyrics

The sharpening is a wonderful process,

To think the blade will meet your neck,

More reason to continue on and press,

Ever so slowly as skin is torn to a wreck

Why won't you give in?

The screaming just makes it worse,

Your limbs are simply thrown in the bin,

Chunks of carcass all around leaves nothing but a curse

Machette,

A deadly tool of the trade,

Impossible to clean from the mess I've made,

Inflicting wounds as deep as your lies,

Mentally ripping it through your hypnotic eyes