| Bone stock brewed up, graveyard shoot up
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| Came in trapdoor, thrown up on the floor
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| Servants of the lord of lung slaughter
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| The Necromancer
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| Woo!
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| Orange baby always squealing
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| Cradle snatch the new world fading
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| The final test, it takes your breath
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| Desecrates our grave
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| Woo!
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| Drink the blood of that you spill
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| Underneath the whippoorwill
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| One more piece of Jenga to pull
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| Then necromancer will thank us all
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| Eager to assimilate
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| And I choose you to walk on your pleura
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| Drink the blood of that you spill
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| Underneath the whippoorwill
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| One more piece of Jenga to pull
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| Then necromancer will thank us all
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| Suck the life from what you love
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| I learnt that from the orange one
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| No one to answer to after the fall
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| Necromancer will dance on us all
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| Drink the blood of that you spill
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| Underneath the whippoorwill
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| One more piece of Jenga to pull
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| Then necromancer will thank us all
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| Pleura
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| Pleura
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| Pleura
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| Eager to assimilate
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| And I choose you to walk on your pleura
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| Cheat me out living my life?
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| I exercise my right to die |