| Comforts abound that the surface just lacks
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| Bubbling toxins that ooze from old pipes
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| Barrels of goo; |
| discarded wipes
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| Crumbling corridors covered with slime
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| Rivers of sewage and trickling brine
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| These caverns are harbouring something undead
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| Some wretched creation is rearing it’s head
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| Hatched from a maggot, he is quite bizarre
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| He smells like a cess pool but he shreds on guitar
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| He crawled into the catacombs one day
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| I swear we could smell him a mile away
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| He grabbed a guitar and proceeded to kill
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| He blew us away with his mosh riffing skill
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| We welcomed him into our ranks
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| The hood he proudly wore
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| We eagerly present this fiend
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| Ladies and germs, it’s Dissector!
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| I came to shred faces
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| And shred them I will
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| With archaic chords
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| That possess you to kill
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| Up from the sewer and into the pit
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| We three now are four and we’re taking no shit
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| The villagers won’t know what hit them tonight
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| We’ll show them the meaning of horror and fright
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| Dissector’s axe will cleave them in twain
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| I will dismember and harvest their brains
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| Fermentor will brew up some rot gut to choke
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| Cremator will burn all their corpses to coke
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| He is the Sewer Chewer
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| He is the Sewer Chewer |