| A shamble of rancid flesh despoiled and left to rot
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| Another commodity, slaughtered, skinned and cheaply bought
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| The scent entices, the necrovores began to slaver
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| Scavengers buzz and burrow in their putrescent palaver
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| If you bleed it they will come
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| As sharks grown voracious at the scent of chum
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| Necrotized, anaesthetized
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| Necrotized, dehumanized
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| Bile-baiting is child’s play, second nature of the beast
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| To serve up a bilious buffet for our feculent, feral feast
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| A thrill kill marathon to hyper stimulate the reptile brain
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| Tune in, turn on to a titillating thanatotic refrain
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| If you bleed it they will come
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| To feast upon what’s spewed from humanity’s rectum
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| Necrotized, desensitized
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| Necrotized, lobotomized
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| The mind of morbidity perplexed
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| Putrefaction’s pungent, prurient hex
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| With vivisecting vitriol we vex
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| Our sordid, soiled, slaughterous secrets
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| Shocking, septic, sickening scenes, all taken to extremes
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| Sardonic grins take the place of outraged screams
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| When waking nightmare is de rigeur for the daily grind
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| Waxing grotesque is the best means of killing time
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| If you bleed it they will come
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| To live vicariously through the deaths and lives of scum
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| Necrotized, commoditized
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| Necrotized, cadaverized
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| Necrotized |