| I awaken to the urge to feast on what’s in front of me
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| Fleeting emotions
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| Malicious intent, is overwhelming me
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| Creeping I ache for the taste of flesh against my lips
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| I want to kill it’s all I feel
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| The taste of flesh for my next meal
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| I can’t decide on what is real
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| I think my skins beginning to peal
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| Rotting from the inside out
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| My head’s a mess, I’m full of doubt
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| Rotting from the inside out
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| My head’s a mess, I’m full of doubt
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| Rotting from the inside out
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| My head’s a mess, I’m full of doubt
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| Rotting from the inside
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| Please set me free
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| Death’s hold is tight and oh so cold
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| It’s such a lonely road
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| I long to feel human again
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| Ripping and tearing and breaking and feasting
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| As I plunge my fingers deep inside the chest
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| Ripping organs from the gaping cavity
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| I can’t help but feel a sense of sympathy
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| For the poor soul lying dead in front of me
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| This life I once held close
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| Has left its vessel with no host
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| Just a shell with no pulse
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| Oh, how I wish I made the most
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| Of this life I used to know
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| Now my memories fade below
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| And happiness just slips away
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| Much like the sunset of the day
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| Insatiable hunger never to end
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| Woeful I am sentient
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| Please set me free
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| Death’s hold is tight and oh so cold
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| It’s such a lonely road
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| I long to feel human again
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| Death’s hold is tight and oh so cold
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| I long to feel human
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| Again
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| I long to feel human again |