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It whispers in my ear,
A sound of familiar chaos and peace,
A voice of sorrow, anguish and childish grief,
Playtime, playtime,
Mother grab a knife,
Stab you in the throat,
Don't have to fuckin' tell ya twice,
Playtime in the mirror,
Playtime in the halls,
Playtime in the fashion that I skinned all your dolls,
Hate me? Thats nice,
Douse your wounds in ice/salt/kisses/rodent bites,
Pick a fight,
Any of the Forgotten,
Pick one, pick two, like your stupid little shoes,
Three, four, pick more like a dick to a whore,
Drip drip drip,
Better wipe off your lips,
Hey honey! Got the money?
I'd really love to sell you,

It's playtime...
Play,
Play... time,
In the corner,
Didn't I warn ya?
I warned ya not to trip up and fall up,
Thats my iron maiden,
It's made for your brain and,
Your body,
Your soul,
Bigotry upholds,
Smashing, smashing, squashing and crashing,
The walls close in as its me against me and all 5 doors,
Liquid kerosine,
Ashes to ashes and some gasoline,
Fill the orifices of the perplexity of your mind, heart and soul and body,
Ashes to ashes I found all the matches...
Now be my martyr for societies deep wounds,
Scratches and bashes and cigarette burns, hatchet and hatchet upon all of the wombs,
It's terror and hypocrisy,
A higher level yet unseen,
I wish you luck,
But I wish you death. Coward.

Description
It whispers in my ear,
A sound of familiar chaos and peace,
A voice of sorrow, anguish and childish grief,
Playtime, playtime,
Mother grab a knife,
Stab you in the throat,
Don't have to fuckin' tell ya twice,
Playtime in the mirror,
Playtime in the halls,
Playtime in the fashion that I skinned all your dolls,
Hate me? Thats nice,
Douse your wounds in ice/salt/kisses/rodent bites,
Pick a fight,
Any of the Forgotten,
Pick one, pick two, like your stupid little shoes,
Three, four, pick more like a dick to a whore,
Drip drip drip,
Better wipe off your lips,
Hey honey! Got the money?
I'd really love to sell you,

It's playtime...
Play,
Play... time,
In the corner,
Didn't I warn ya?
I warned ya not to trip up and fall up,
Thats my iron maiden,
It's made for your brain and,
Your body,
Your soul,
Bigotry upholds,
Smashing, smashing, squashing and crashing,
The walls close in as its me against me and all 5 doors,
Liquid kerosine,
Ashes to ashes and some gasoline,
Fill the orifices of the perplexity of your mind, heart and soul and body,
Ashes to ashes I found all the matches...
Now be my martyr for societies deep wounds,
Scratches and bashes and cigarette burns, hatchet and hatchet upon all of the wombs,
It's terror and hypocrisy,
A higher level yet unseen,
I wish you luck,
But I wish you death. Coward.