| You’re dying inside
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| Every heartbeat closer to the last
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| Immortality a fallacy
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| A perverted pipe dream of the past
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| The tomb, it needs it’s hunger
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| An unforgiving force
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| Your blown mind reels in torture
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| True doom locked on its course
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| Your blood it flows in torment
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| A testament to weakness
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| Your deathday clock is ticking
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| You’ll surrender to your creatures
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| Your graveyard eyes unseeing
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| Your mind drowns in the crypt
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| Construction of the perfect beast
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| Your senses have been stripped
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| Look over your shoulder
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| Damnation’s waiting there
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| Your run slows to a crawl
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| The casket calls to your despair
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| Abyssmal hopelessness — Down on bloody knees
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| There’s madness in your soul — A swarming of disease
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| Cemetery visions
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| Eyes peeled red and open
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| Curled up in a coffin
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| Mind and soul are broken
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| Merging with the void while encloaked by total doom
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| Feel the reaper’s breath as you slip inside the tomb
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| Wake up dead and mourning with a knife tight in your fist
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| Thank the blood red skies
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| For with death you have been kissed…
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| My corpse shall rise!
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| In the cemetery now you have arrived
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| To finally see my flesh from which you stole the life
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| Though you never were discovered, you’re still free
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| I’ve got a curse on you, I’ve haunted all your dreams
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| You can’t believe I’m gone
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| You must be sure, it must be real
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| Panic stricken, to the grave
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| The truth must be revealed
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| With shaking hands and sickening thoughts
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| You find my resting place
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| With pounding heart and bloodshot eyes
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| The shovel desecrates
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| The time has come to face reality
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| And visit death
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| To see my corpse and stop the dreams
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| To see it knows no breath
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| At your feet, uncovered is the box
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| You’re almost paralysed with fear
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| Feel the bile creep up your throat
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| Lift the lid and know I’m here
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| I lie here rotting, maggots burrowing, feeding, swarming
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| You can’t hold back the nausea
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| Help won’t find you
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| Stomach twisting, violent retching, defiled by vomit
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| Now my vengeful corpse begins to rise
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| I’ve been waiting here for you
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| Now it’s time to see you die
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| I’ve got seven skulls
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| One is staring back at me
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| Atop the rotting stairs
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| Is where my family waits for me
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| At night I go to see them
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| (No, I am not insane…)
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| Unlock the door forbidden
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| That only knows my name
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| This room is filled with knowledge
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| Of nightmares, dreams and fears
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| They all flow through my mind
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| The real world disappears
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| I’ve got seven skulls
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| Seven boxes in a row
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| Seven spirits free
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| I’ll join them soon, they call to me
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| One night they made me do it
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| I woke at four A. M
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| I felt their desperate pleading
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| Their prisons tortured them
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| They wanted to be free
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| They said I was the one
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| My brain was filled with voices
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| As I picked up my gun
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| All human life is engulfed in dead flesh
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| Mindless corpses with worms in their head
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| Up from the grave the nightmare has begun
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| A woman screams as the dead eat her son
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| Doomsday is here, the dead walk among us
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| The people are dying to rise up again
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| The crypts breathe new life
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| As the inhabitants emerge
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| Creating a hell beyond comprehension
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| Ripping and shredding the flesh of the living
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| Corpses are walking to prey on the live blood
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| Decapitation of women and children
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| Flesh eating zombies devour their guts
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| Feasting on flesh and bathing in blood
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| Where there was life, now there is none
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| Maggots burrowing deep inside
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| The dead take over, human genocide
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| Desert screams on plains of doom
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| Your mind will snap beyond the dunes
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| A village ahead, the stench of disease
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| Nauseating wasteland, distorted dead trees
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| One eyed vultures feeding
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| On twisted malformed prey
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| Are these hallucinations
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| In this place of foul decay
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| An image in shadows, radiation diseased
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| A figure of sickness… No eyes, nose or teeth
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| You see it comes forward, you freeze up with fear
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| The horror’s upon you as others appear
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| An array of the nuclear deformed
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| Cursed with plague, with wounds they are adorned
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| A vision of hell, their food you will become
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| Cannibals beneath a sickened sun
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| Mental lapse, this nightmare can’t be real
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| Sanity cracked, your brain will not be healed
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| Your dried up scream makes not a sound
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| Their hunger is upon you now
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| Horrific limbs and faces twist |
| Your throat is slashed, cease to exist
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| Never managed to fit in
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| Too bizarre for fun or friends
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| Twisted mind, a sickening plan
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| Cemetery trips began
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| The casket was cracked and the body removed
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| The graveyard won’t miss it at all
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| Thrown in the trunk and brought back to the house
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| Obsessed with the morbid, the horror still calls
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| All alone before the dawn
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| Brought the shovel and flask along
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| Started digging feverishly
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| Fear turned into ecstasy
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| Had to get some company
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| For the first corpse, now there’s three
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| Two in bed, one in a chair
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| Watching with a vacant stare
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| More are taken for my needs
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| My own post-mortem family
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| Time has come to find a wife
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| To rot with her I’ll take my life
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| When my life is drained
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| I know I’ll be discovered
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| By someone with a brain like mine
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| To keep me and my lover
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| Midnight violence, the scene of the kill
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| A life slain to rest where the blood has been spilled
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| Discarded cadaver, no heartbeat is left
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| Teeming with maggots that feed on the flesh
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| The street is the graveyard, the dumpster the tomb
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| Forgotten and rotten beneath a red moon
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| A life once strong is worm food now
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| Conniving wretch has been cut down
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| Neck twisted sickly, eyes stare into space
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| A squirming mass erodes limbs and face
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| Feeding and eating, nauseating display
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| No coffin, no funeral, just life stripped away
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| A portrait of putrefaction, life beyond the grave
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| A coward soiled and bloated with maggots in his face
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| Discarded cadaver, no heartbeat is left
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| Teeming with maggots that feed on the flesh
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| The street is the graveyard, the dumpster the tomb
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| Forgotten and rotten beneath a red moon
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| Blackness
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| Despair
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| In which your soul resides
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| Pain
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| Anguish
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| From which you cannot hide
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| Death
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| Maggots
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| Devour your rotting flesh
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| Compelling thirst
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| Crimson lust
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| The need to drain you dry
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| My lips pressed to your laceration
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| See death in my eyes
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| Thirsting
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| Drinking
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| Fading is your thinking
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| I fiend for your blood
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| I must have your blood
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| Roadkill, guts are spilled
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| A flattened form of death
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| A heavenly delight
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| Death is sweet
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| Scoop up the meat
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| Intact or mashed-it matters not
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| I bring home my new surprises
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| Open my door, the odour rises
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| One that makes me feel so good
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| I feel so fucking high
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| I smile at my pride and joy on my walls
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| My pets
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| Nailed up high and low
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| By the throat
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| Intestinal wreath
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| Rancid beef
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| My newest tacked up with the rest
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| I sit back and watch it rot
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| Breathe deep
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| Close my eyes
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| Fantasize that i am one of them
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| Squeal you worthless piece of fuck
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| Before i make you die
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| Maybe you will shit your pants
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| On your suffering i thrive
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| The thrill of the kill is a natural thing
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| But what makes me live is the fear i can bring
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| On your knees in a pool of piss
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| Pleading for your life
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| Tantalize my reeling senses
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| With your pathetic cries
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| Wimpering and begging like a dog
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| My ways are cruel
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| My cock is hard anticipating what’s to come
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| You’re trembling with fear
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| How fucking sad
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| You’re just another piece of shit
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| I can’t take your moaning anymore
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| Pressure building up inside
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| After i deliver the crushing blow
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| I climax in your eye
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| Laughing, drooling in your face
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| Grinning outcasts of our race
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| Tied from hands and feet and waist
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| You look up in fear
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| A horrid stench you do behold
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| The one of rot, mildew and mold
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| As a cretin grabs ahold
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| Of your testicles
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| Start to cry out, but you’re stopped
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| Your mouth is stifled with a cock
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| Which was removed from your own stocks
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| The laughter carries on
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| Bid your balls a sad farewell
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| As you curse them all to hell
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| Then you realize too well
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| Hell is where you are
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| Dismembered slowly, feet to head
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| Not soon enough you will be dead
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| Your purpose: keep these monsters fed
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| Violate your anus first
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| Fuck your eyes out, fluids burst
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| Lubricate my growing thirst
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| Drill a hole right through your skull
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| Your body’s laying dead and still
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| Pump your brain until it’s full
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| Soaking your mind with my seed
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| White meets grey, eyesockets bleed
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| My love dripping down your cheek…
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| I have been there again
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| My bare feet caked with mud
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| Stench of the grave rising from my aching groin
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| I have been to her again
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| I have been in her again!!!
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| I have experienced the foul pleasure |
| Brought onto me
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| I hate myself for it
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| But still i return
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| Once more i visit my place of lust
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| She is there
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| Just as i left her the time before
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| As i tear off my restricted clothes
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| In the dim light of the graveyard
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| My passion runs its course
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| «the ecstasy you bring is unsurpassed
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| Forever be my whore»
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| Knee deep in sewage
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| Maggots burrowing thru my face
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| Blinded by disease
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| Waiting for my living death to end
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| Slicing teeth
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| Infectious chewing at my skin
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| My blood is clotted with pus
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| The maddening shrill cries
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| Of rabid vermin never stop
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| I pick away
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| At my mouldering flesh
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| Insanity has left my mind
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| A tortured mess
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| Face chewed to bits
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| On my body they feast
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| Swimming in the rancid sewage
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| Spreading their disease
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| Lost in the white
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| Nothing in sight
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| Stumbling thru the snow and ice
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| Blinded by forces you can’t control
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| Just to stay alive your only goal
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| Caught within the grip of winter
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| Hyperboric nightmare reigns
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| A arctic hysteria sets in
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| Body goes numb as your brain
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| Legs go numb
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| Panic strikes
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| So you then light a fire
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| Put your legs in the flames
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| Hoping for a rush of pain
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| Flesh burns right to the core
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| Spits blood from every pore
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| Smell your skin peel away
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| For your life a small price to pay
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| Running in searing pain
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| Rational thoughts
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| Are quickly slain
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| Take in your last cold breath
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| As you fall to your backsnapping death |