| When they pull out her tongue
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| Pull off her face, pluck out her eyes
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| Well the blood runs cold for
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| When it drips from the mouth
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| Be forewarned, be prepared
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| For a grizzly bloodfeast
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| And that blood is real
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| Because I just can’t fake it And that blood is just so real
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| Because I just can’t fake it When you think of severed heads
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| Think of my face, think that you’re alive
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| Well I guess I fooled you
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| When you think of my face
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| Think of your blood, think that you’re dead
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| 'Cause it’s a grizzly bloodfeast
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| I’m possessing your death
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| Possessing your blood, possessing your head
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| 'Cause it’s a grizzly bloodfeast
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| I’m possessing your heart
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| Possessing your tongue, possessing your blood
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| 'Cause it just won’t fake you
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| And that blood is real
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| Because I just can’t fake it And that blood is just so real
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| Because I just can’t fake it And that blood, and that blood
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| I’m possessing your death
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| Possessing your blood, possessing your demise
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| For a grizzly bloodfeast
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| I’m possessing your heart
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| Possessing your tongue, possessing your blood
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| 'Cause it just won’t fake you
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| And that blood is just so real
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| Because I just can’t fake it And that blood is just so real
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| Because I just can’t fake it And that blood, and that blood |