| I’ve become a victim of the night
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| And walk in the emptiness
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| Suddenly I smell corpselike odour
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| My body gets the command to go
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| Odour’s getting stronger
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| I’m approaching an unknown victim
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| I see dead piece of meat, soulless and motionless
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| I feel warm saliva flowing from my mouth
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| I am opening unknown body shell
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| Beautiful scent of blood and meat surround me
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| I am pulling out the content of the body
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| And pushing it down my throat
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| Though I’m throwing up at the same time
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| I keep pulling out and devouring
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| I love the taste of the dead meat
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| Blood clots are passing down my throat
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| Everything around is red
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| I notice the clothes of the corpse
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| It’s long black gown I’m a cannibal
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| My face reveals gentle smile
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| Now I’ve discovered the taste
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| Of the best dead meat |