| 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 paralyzed 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
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| 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 |