| So this is pain
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| I feel it, I taste it, I crave it, I feel alive
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| In my core I see red
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| And a pulsing song that will wake the dead!
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| Wolves, Saturn knew best
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| Gnaw on the bone, consume your own
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| Scream, howl like a banshee
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| Wail at the terror, it devours you whole
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| Wicked in blood
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| Wicked in bone
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| Wicked don’t rest
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| And fear’s on a roll
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| Fear of your mind
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| Fear of your own
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| You can’t save your soul
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| Die, die, die
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| Rise, rise, rise
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| Blackhearts rejoice
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| Light is running bone dry
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| Cry, cry, cry
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| Fret, fret, fret
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| Pray to me
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| I’m the Necrostar
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| I smell blue. |
| I smell green
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| And all the energy, left unseen
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| I’ve always hungered for their plight
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| But with my human mind now, it just feels right!
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| I’ve chewed on ghosts lost in the stars
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| I’ve mingled with the Wither Lords; |
| those cats are bizarre
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| Who do you think sent the Sky-Shark-a-grams
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| Or gave the Space Giant SPG’s awful jams?
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| Commander Walter picked me personally to kill him too
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| And I of course obliged, or at least I tried to
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| But not even my dark heart could beat or gore
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| Or swallow the red in his core
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| But oh what a taste and oh what a thrill
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| And now that he’s gone I feel my tendrils spill
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| Go forth little darlings, go forth to Sol
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| Gather their little hearts for me to slurp from my bowl
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| I love all the envy
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| And fear you create
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| Fill up my black
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| Toxic heart with your hate
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| Don’t try to run
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| Don’t try to hide
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| I am the horror
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| That eats you inside
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| Die, die, die
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| Rise, rise, rise
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| Blackhearts rejoice
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| Light is running bone dry
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| Cry, cry, cry
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| Fret, fret, fret
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| Pray to me
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| I’m the Necrostar
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| There must be something
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| There must be something
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| There must be something
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| There must be something
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| There must be something
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| There must be something
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| There must be something more
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| To this Vice
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| To this Love
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| To this Life
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| There must be something more
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| There must be something more
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| Than this Vice |