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You look in the mirrorYou're all skin and boneYou're gonna die soonI thought I should phoneYour stomach is bulgingAnd cannot take foodI think that their methods areA little crudeThey've severedMost of your limbsYour brain and eyesightAre going dimWell they've strangled you'Til your face went blueI think that their methods areA little crudeThey cut off your earsPulled your nails outYou've answered all their questionsBut they can still doubtWell all your sensesLetras de cancionesThey did denudeI think that their methods areA little crudeWell they've shit in your shit in yourShir in your faceThen dumped your bodyWithout a traceLacerated and in the nudeI think that their methods are franklyA little crude crude crude crudeCrude crude crude crudeCrude crude crude crudeCrude crude crude crudeCrudeThen when I asked your tormentorsWasn't it oddThey said noWe're just doing our job From Letras Mania