Not just an ordinary day
Corpses slashed and sliced
Lying naked in the way
Streets soaked red in blood
Three bodies twitching on the floor
Knee-deep sticky flood
Oozing into houses through open doors
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Worse and sicker than warfare
Walks a man the streets today
Replacing reality with nightmares
Cutting up everything in his way
Women and children chopped to pieces
Dismembered men swinging on hooks
Intestines rotting in human faeces
Dead dried up eyes exchanging looks
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Concrete houses echo in lonesome laughter
In the centre of surrounding slaughter
Causing the living's eyes to water
Hunting down civilians is all that matters
For this is the day of Jasper
He received no presents from his friends
Anger and rage crushing his temper
Making him cut his comrades to painful death
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Jasper, Happy birthday you motherfucker
Right before you became postal
You forgot to look under the bed you sucker
Because of you there is no more Bristol
Fortunately it was just a daydream
And the sky is free from silent screams
Let the warm sunshine beams
Warm your skin and heart again
for today is your birthday" - Vig.