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From the grave to the morgue, the voices are still calling me |
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I stalk the dead of night for young females to bleed on me |
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Decimating, mutilating, masturbating while I kill |
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At the slabs dead whores rot to fill with my insane infection |
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Scream for me, cry for me, bleed for me, die for me |
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Rotten fluids fill the morgue with a vile stench of putrid death |
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A profane sickness heaves from deep within my rancid breath |
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Cum pumps to my erection as I stare at the dead |
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Erected on these filthy slabs, I'll fuck these bitches back to hell |
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Now I jerk off on the heads of these inanimate stiffs |
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My cock explodes but I'm not done dominating their orifices |
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Time to eat their cunts |
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Blistering sores erupt on my tongue |
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The taste of the vaginal slime disgusts |
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Acridity's gnawing away at my brain |
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But still I am deeply engrossed in this shit |
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I chomp my way through the worm eaten cunts |
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I can't force myself to stop |
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A vile spew of filth explodes in my mouth |
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With this liquid I'll choke the festering meat down |
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I smell blood |
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Obscenely |
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Carving up corpses for my sick desires in this lair of slabs |
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Total loss of all control my thirst for gore will never end |
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Weak motherfuckers can't stop me |
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The killings will continue |
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Continuing my vulgar life of sickening depravity |
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Come with me to feel pain |
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Blood will pour |
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Beneath the shroud of death |
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I'm a killer |
