| I’ve harbored this horrible hunger which ravages
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| Everything it touches, like hundreds of desperate savages
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| Ravenous stomachs, nothing but a cavernous black abyss
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| As this carnivore carousel gathers hazardous pathogens
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| In the drabbest of passages where cadavers are stackin'
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| If you have entered these catacombs you must sadly be masochistic
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| 'Cause I am the cataclysmic embodiment of an apocalypse
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| And I’m waiting, salivating, at the mere thought of the taste of your blood on
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| my lips
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| I might be rhyming but I am tired of reasoning
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| I’m that demonic evil thing causing people to dream of these
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| Diabolical sceneries, come and see where I’m keeping these
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| Bodies, let 'em float, as endless rows of my teeth will sink
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| Into the meat that you’re feeding me with your fear as the seasoning
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| Even Stephen King couldn’t possibly come to conceive a thing
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| That could equal my need to feast on your petrified flesh
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| Keep an eye out for deadlights ahead
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| Addicted to the taste of fear
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| From the moment that it touched my tongue
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| And now I smell it when it’s near
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| You never meant to but you brought me some
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| The table’s set, now let me find a wine to pair up
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| Don’t be afraid to share what you’re scared of
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| Why are you skeptical, don’t deny this as tenable
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| Are your eyes not so credible? |
| See these lights are a spectacle
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| Unconfined to dimensional lines, as I am exceptional
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| A divine, unpreventable, do you find this digestible?
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| Though I lie for extensible times I rise with immeasurable
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| Appetite for your terror, every bite is impeccable
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| Your fight’s commendable, but your fright is delectable
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| Every effort’s in vain, the end of your life’s inevitable
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| Got you floating so high, as my mouth is opening wide
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| But don’t you try to fight it, because you know you will die
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| I’ve missed you so although you’ve grown old and brave
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| The only thing better than fear is fear that’s been aged
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| Addicted to the taste of fear
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| From the moment that it touched my tongue
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| And now I smell it when it’s near
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| You never meant to but you brought me some
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| The table’s set, now let me find a wine to pair up
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| Don’t be afraid to share what you’re scared of |