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Slayer lyrics : "Playing with dolls"

I never thought the taste of you
Would be the only thing to make me bleed
Why am I, so alive

While you lie still in the ground beneath me?

Fear of death the dark inside

Have become your only children
They're in front of you, watching you
Lost screams unholy dreams unrest


I laugh at your god as he's passing through
Slicing at your throat to warm my skin

Never thought it'd come to this
f**k I've gone wrong no rest


Your children still call
Can't you hear them screaming out your name?
You've gone insane, they're in my head

They want you to, die in front of me, die in front of me

Thinking why me?

Wishing this was all a dream
Insanity, reality, you're going to
Die in front of me


Pestilence is here, death awaits, your body is not of Christ
It's my alter, helpless and alone, violate, enveloped in my skin

Faceless canvass, tearing all your flesh, bathed in blood
Violently regress, death's so endless, brutal is your pain


Anguish is a game, broken and afraid, god can't help you now
You'll wish your in hell, ghostly figures are always standing still
Are they mocking me, what do they see?

I didn't want your death to end so fast, but once you start, you cannot stop

I need it now, to f**king last, die in front of me

Die in front of me, thinking why me?
Wishing this was all a dream, insanity, reality
You're going to


Die in front of me, pestilence is here, death awaits
Your body is not of Christ

It's my alter, brutal is your pain, anguish is a game
Broken and afraid, god can't help you now


[Lead: Hanneman]

You'll wish your in hell, I never thought the taste of you

Would be the only thing to make me bleed, all alone in my
Funeral home, playing in blood there's just got to be
Something's wrong with me, draining veins, it's all the same


The torture in my head, it won't stop, until I am f**king dead
Pestilence is here, death awaits, your body is not of Christ

It's my alter, helpless and alone, violate, enveloped in my skin
Faceless canvass, tearing all your flesh, bathed in blood


Violently regress, death's so endless, brutal is your pain
Anguish is a game, broken and afraid, god can't help you now
You'll wish your in hell

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