Transcribed by: James Williams (Inverted)
Riff 1-A
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| 3 2x | 2 2 |
| 3 2x | 2 2 |
| 1 0x | 0 0 |
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| 3 2x 2 2 | |
| 3 2x 2 2 | 3~ 2~ |
| 1 0x 0 0 | 3~ |
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Riff 1-B
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| 3 2x 2 2 | 3 2 2 2 |
| 3 2x 2 2 | 3 2 2 2 |
| 1 0x 0 0 | 1 0 0 0 |
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| 3 2x 2 2 | |
| 3 2x 2 2 | 3~ 2~ |
| 1 0x 0 0 | 3~ |
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Riff 2-A
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| 3 2 2 2 3 2 2 2 | 3 2 2 2 3 2 2 2 |
| 3 2 2 2 3 2 2 2 | 3 2 2 2 3 2 2 2 |
| 1 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 | 1 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 |
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| 3 2 2 2 3 2 2 2 | ph ph |
| 3 2 2 2 3 2 2 2 | 3~ 2~ ph |
| 1 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 | 3~ |
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Riff 3
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Riff 2-B (Last Time)
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| 3 2 2 2 3 2 2 2 | 3 2 2 2 3 2 2 2 |
| 3 2 2 2 3 2 2 2 | 3 2 2 2 3 2 2 2 |
| 1 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 | 1 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 |
| . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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| | 5 4 |
| 3 2 2 2 3 2 2 2 | 5 4 5 |
| 3 2 2 2 3 2 2 2 | 3 2 5 |
| 1 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 | 3 |
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Riff 4
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| 5/3 6/5 6 |
| 5/3 6/5 6 |
| 3/1 4/3 4 |
| 11111111 11111111 1111 |
........ ........ ....
Riff 5
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| 6 5 3 |
| 6 5 3 |
| 555555555555 4 00000000 3 0 1 |
............ ........ .
Riff 4 (Last Time)
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| 5/3 6/5 6 |
| 5/3 6/5 6 5 |
| 3/1 4/3 4 5 |
| 11111111 11111111 1111 3 |
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End
Back again to kill and gut
I crave intestine
Fist-fucked reduced to a stump
Kill - all
Skinless body
Naked hanging
Blood is draining
Carving, killing
Swollen beauty
Holes appearing
Brutalizing, convulsing
Skinned and greasy
Still breathing
Anal carving
Holes are oozing
Slit your throat - deep
Off came your head
Pulled out the guts
Right through your fucking neck!
Don't think I give a fuck about your life or religion
I don't fucking care about the world you fucking live in
Injecting bleach into your eyes - body starts to quiver
Spilled your guts onto the floor - consume the fecal drainage
Liver withered - appendix punctured, pancreatic explosion
Knife scraping spinal bone
Like nalls on a chalk board
The pigs they want to lock me up
But they still don't know who I am
I leave a trall of blood and guts - cold Impulse to disembowel