Cyanide Murder

Butcher

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In the bed, sweet death
Cyanide, through your veins
Just a hit from my needle
Injecting you the lethal juice.

In the bed, left to die
Cyanide, is your way.

Cells are dying, muscles numb
Breath is cutting, skin turned blue
Suffocates, the end is near
Nothing to do, you are dead!

In the bed, left to die
Cyanide, is your way.

In the bed
Left to die
Cyanide
Is your way.