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A darkened room re-opening at the stroke of twelve |
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Grim cascades of light construct a blurry image |
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The fridge-cage opens serving a putrid stiff |
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Rusted will serve up the casual plat du jour |
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Heat up the stove, my banquet commence |
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Amputate limbs, |
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Delicatesse in extremis |
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There is no taste, like human rosbeef, haute-cuisine |
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Savouring every chunk that slides down the esophague |
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Feasting on man |
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I survive reluctant and digestive |
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Sanguine, my culinary addiction |
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Just doing my part in depopulation |
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Another day, another night to rob the morgue |
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Retrieving chunks to stew what i adore |
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Exhuming chunks to flavour the casserole |
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I'm the grand chef brewfing a new brand of food |
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Feasting in man |
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I survive, reluctant, and digstive |
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Your relatives, |
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I shove down my throat |
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Feeding of hate, preying on man, cannibalism with a cause [Lead: Jacob] [Lead: Bart] [Lead: Jacob] [Lead: Thjis] |
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Little lumps of meat - |
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Adoring the flesh |
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I eat The dead no longer alone - |
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In my belly to serve a better cause |
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