| All Flesh Is Grass |
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| The cold on your throat is my hand |
| Lurking in the dark, lurking in the light |
| I’m here to haunt you I am your fright |
| The marks on your skin are marks of my seed |
| And the pain you feel is forever breeding |
| And all your flesh is grass in my hands |
| And all the skin rots as autumn grass |
| The dark you see is the dark I am |
| I rip your heart out, I am your sandman |
| And all your flesh is grass in my hands |
| And all the skin rots as autumn grass |
