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Early at mourning |
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I go to the morgue |
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I have my breakfast on a dismembered corpse |
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Dissecting its organs whistling as |
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I work Beholding my carnage, |
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I delight on gore |
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I love my profession as mortuary technician |
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So funny, macabre and sick |
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I am alone when my workdays ends |
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Corpses are my only friends |
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Cemetery at midnight is my favourite place |
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Disturbing the quietus |
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I break open the grave |
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Digging up the coffin, grabbin knife and fork |
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Smell the putrefaction... |
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I feast on the rot |
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Nocturnal party of greedy necrophagia |
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Carving out putrid remains |
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Ingesting toxines from rotting exudate |
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I'm addicted to ptomaine |
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Extracting rancid fats |
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Used as sauce for raw guts |
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Decrepit dinner is served |
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I'm hungry for maggoty flesh |
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Festered offals garnished with gall |
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Gastronomic funeral |
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Delicious taste of dead |
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Gnawned bones is all that left [repeat 2nd verse] |
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Dissect... |
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Exhume... |
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Devour... |
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Vomit!!!!!!! |
