Leatherface

I say we dare surgically replace

Melted molded charred flesh

A soupy puddle of organ mesh

For the marks etched in skin

The marks stitched in sin

We have everything to gain

Beneath the soaring searing pain

I am a beast they cannot tame

They shall not extinguish the flame

They will remember the name

I leave but a cutting trace

Leatherface

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