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Graverobbing cemeteries, body parts |
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I stealUsing the meat and flesh, to consist of my meal, |
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Often necrophilia invades my deranged twisted head, |
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Spending sexual tensions making love to the dead, |
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This is my way of life as now it shall remain, |
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Fetishes for organs sick thoughts within my brain. |
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I butcher and slaughter my fellow man, |
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I after the food chain with each sick plan, |
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Human meat fresh or from the grave, |
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Satisfies my insatiable cannibal crave |
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Some nights |
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I dress in ornaments of flesh, |
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Beneath the night |
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I dig for organs not so fresh, |
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The sight of a corpse makes me salivate, |
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I know I'm mentally sick, these thoughts aren't right, |
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Compelled to make use of the deceased, |
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For the craving on human meat |
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I'll feast, |
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Dining upon my own related species, |
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Digesting the race of man into my feces. |
