| I exhume the corpses
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| I violate the graves
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| The morbid stench
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| Smell of death
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| It fills my lungs
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| Oh, it’s so heavenly
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| The maggots dwell in your organs
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| The sight gives me orgasms
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| Your flesh darkened and rotten
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| Your skin ripped and torn
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| Your hair is verdigris green
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| It makes me wanna breed
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| Rotten, Buried, Dead
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| Soon i’ll be fed
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| On my lips, taste of mould
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| Your genitals left cold
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| I tear off your limbs
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| Crush your lovely skull
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| I taste the putrid brains
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| I suck your feeble veins
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| I bite your stinking arm
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| The purefactive bacteria i feel
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| I feel the Taste!
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| Hunger, Pervetism, Necrophilism!
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| Decayed, Rotten, Putrid Organism!
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| I find no pleasure in life
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| So i seek the dead!
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| I love their tumourescent eyes
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| They’d never never tell me lies
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| I mate with a carcass
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| Lust for a dead Ass
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| Pleasures of putrid flesh
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| I rule the realm on death
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| I’m disgusted by the living
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| But the corpses make me dribble
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| When the baggots crawl on me
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| As they tickle my swollen cock
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| And when i’ve had an orgasm
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| I eat the carrion
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| I feast on their genitals
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| Pleasure of Putrid Flesh! |