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A child evolved, cast down to hell.

The place in time where evil dwells.

A childhood, that he had left behind him.

There’s no remorse, or sense of shame.

Augusta’s world was all to blame.

Thrust before a breath of righteousness.

Chorus

His victims will die

His victims will die, die at Eddie’s hand.

Lick your wounds and shed your skin,

This is where your pain begins.

Search within and meet the killer inside you.

Free your soul and cleanse your sins,

Absolution you can win.

Face your fear and meet the killer inside of you.

An armchair made of human skin,

The smell of death lies deep within.

Inhale at will, your sexual desires.

And what goes on within his mind,

those ghastly trophies they shall find.

Butchered bodies that are torn and slain.

Chorus

And what will be his epitaph though, as he walks the final path.

A model patient that is free of sin,

With those defiled though he doth rest, no sense of guilt upon his chest, his infamy will stand the test of time.

Chorus