| In the dark of the night
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| I search for the mindless wretches of society
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| To drink of their blood and feast upon their flesh
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| Time to break, 'cause you’ll never take this
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| Lots of stiffs and blood, what a sickening mess
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| Feasting on the blood of the insane
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| Here’s another tale of the fucking deranged
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| Psychotic, violent, another one dead, blood-clotted
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| Lust for blood, a need for insanity
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| Die in the slaughter, time to tap an artery
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| Brain withered, another empty thought
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| I will kill again and never be caught
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| Face to face with the monster of hate
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| Another victim, another piece of meat
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| Time to kill, no one gets out alive
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| Another scream, another motherfucker dies
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| First I kill and then I feed
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| Can’t deny my blood lust need
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| A son of a bitch, third generation
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| Schooled in the art of human strangulation
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| Only one thing will control my pain
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| That’s to drink the blood of the insane
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| My need for blood drives me to kill
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| Another dying, bleeding for my lust
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| Feed on the dead, feed on the dead, feed on the dead
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| I’ve got to get the blood flowing
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| Just a bit of guts and gore
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| Indulgence in the blood of freaks
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| Take another dose of the bloodlust
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| To rip apart and shred the dead
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| Teeth stuck in another victim
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| Blood bath, I’m gonna kill again
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| I am the walking dead
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| Concentrated hate and fear and pain
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| Inside of me, the same
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| It’s gonna go on and on and on
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| A new life is born
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| Broken bodies start now rotting
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| No way to stop the feeding
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| Only one way to control my pain
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| Feasting on the blood of the insane
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| My need for blood drives me to kill
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| Another dying, bleeding for my lust
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| Feed on the dead, feed on the dead, feed on the dead |