| Graverobbing cemeteries, body parts I steal
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| Using the meat and flesh, to consist of my meal,
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| Often necrophilia invades my deranged twisted head,
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| Spending sexual tensions making love to the dead,
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| This is my way of life as now it shall remain,
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| Fetishes for organs sick thoughts within my brain.
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| I butcher and slaughter my fellow man,
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| I after the food chain with each sick plan,
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| Human meat fresh or from the grave,
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| Satisfies my insatiable cannibal crave
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| Some nights I dress in ornaments of flesh,
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| Beneath the night I dig for organs not so fresh,
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| The sight of a corpse makes me salivate,
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| I know I’m mentally sick, these thoughts aren’t right,
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| Compelled to make use of the deceased,
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| For the craving on human meat I’ll feast,
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| Dining upon my own related species,
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| Digesting the race of man into my feces.
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| repeat chorus |