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As I dwell in utter darkness, |
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where death's my only friend |
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As I emerge from the pits, |
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where the rotting corpses dance |
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Blood, pus, slime and faeces, |
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drip from all my holes |
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My lust for flesh is fulfilled, |
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as I tear your soul apart |
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The sound of, your spine, |
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being broken by my hands |
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Makes me, so hard, |
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this erection, can't be ignored |
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Feel my, maggot-, infested cock, |
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between your legs |
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I pull out, I cum blood, |
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in your dismembered face |
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I am the walking dead, |
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I live, to kill |
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No remorse, no regrets, |
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it's just my way, of killing time |
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I feast, on your flesh, |
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to make the pain, go away |
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The suffering, the intense suffering, |
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it tortures me, every day |
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(Chorus) |
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Stare into my eyes, |
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and you will understand; |
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Fulci wrote no fiction; |
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the dead walk...once again. |
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(Repeat 2nd verse) |
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(Repeat chorus) |
