It is such a great feeling when I destroy your pretty face
And I see pieces of your flesh scatter all over the place
No one will ever know where I hid your body, in which suit case
Burnt and buried beneath the sands, there is no one trace
Your eyes will be decorated with the remaining shoe lace
A great present for your mom, she will suffer a mental case
Poor mother can't remember the last time you were in her embrace
As for your room, don't worry, for rent there will be extra space
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