| Apparently somebody or some people have been committing grave robbery
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| And taking items of clothing and sometimes the body itself from the coffins
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| Investigators are puzzled as to who this could be committing these
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| Diabolical acts of robbery but promise to bring a close to the case soon
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| Well there’s no moon out tonight
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| Bring me the shovel
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| Hand me the axe
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| Give me that pick
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| Dead bodies
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| Dark Lotus
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| I hear something moving around
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| Dead walking everywhere
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| Dark Lotus
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| But we set them free
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| Come alive
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| Dark Lotus
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| Come alive
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| Holy shit
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| Oh my god Dark Lotus
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| Quit acting like it’s that hard for ya’ll to see the truth
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| That the Lotus came back to rob graves foolproof
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| We always claiming that we running, but it’s never away
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| Straight ahead cemetery jacking up in your face
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| Stay far from the real if you can’t deal
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| Got the whole world looking at us crazy for real
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| But the past is the past and the future is the future
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| But the present is the time for ya’ll to find a buried ruler
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| Mr. Newgleson, they buried him with a watch
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| And it’s worth about 300 bucks, give me a shovel
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| I say fuck the dead I mean they fucking dead, fuck them
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| Wearing watches and gold nugget rings
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| And I ain’t suppose to pluck them?
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| I don’t just leave them there, I take the whole fucking body
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| And squeeze and play with they appendix like it’s silly putty
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| I’m up for all kind of hours all off in your grave
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| And to this wicked shit I am a slave
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| But I like this
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| The dead need freedom
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| (A little air a little moonlight
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| This shit has been a long time)
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| Into your coffin we come
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| (I got my mind on your grave
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| And your grave on my mind)
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| My shovel will set you free
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| Your corpse should provide a good source
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| For the sacrifice before me
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| I’m the cool grave robbing, raiding tombs looking for food
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| In places that you never even thought to
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| The dead and they don’t put up any fight
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| Besides once you ain’t got no life
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| The rest is useless
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| You say it’s ruthless but they don’t mind they’re dead
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| And after their consumed they got my life
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| See I got me a job diggin as a grave digger
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| Who woulda figured my plans was much bigger
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| But nonetheless the graveyard shift by myself
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| Dumbass rookies don’t know what to you could do with a belt
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| Dig them up in a line, and strap them up right
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| Throw the strings over limbs
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| And make them dance in the moonlight (yaye yaye)
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| Got my own party started
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| Damn, I’m busted, they got two others guys high
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| With the gray smoke covering me
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| I float down with the intentions
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| Of grabbing another body from the ground
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| Is it a sickness nobody understands
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| I’m all alone except for all the dead bodies
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| I’m keeping up in my home
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| They always listen to me
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| Never interrupt or pass judgment
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| I can really be myself around them
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| And I love it, it’s my own world
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| Hand picked from the tombs of past on’s
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| Now give me your grave stone to dance on
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| They coming to evict me out the hole in the pine box, I rotted
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| Been waiting here so long I thought I been forgotten
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| And forsaken in the Earth to remain with the rats and the locusts
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| Steady crawling through my veins, I’m in pain
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| But I can hear their shovels getting close
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| I’m shaking like a bitch after 11 years alone
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| Bash my head into the box I can’t take it anymore
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| I gotta free myself up out the grave
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| Something else in store |