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In the company of fellow carrion the deceased seem to come around |
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In the hidden realms of the morgue |
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Contained behind locked doors |
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My thoroughly sound-proofed cellar |
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Contains abducted corpses by the bulk |
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In the v.i.p. room of the morgue, |
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An orgy of dry-frozen hulks |
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Refrigerate the stiffs |
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Minimize the decay |
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A collection of fresh playmates |
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For a better day |
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Degeneration kept at bay |
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Necrological lust denied |
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A certain virtuosity |
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Until the time feels right |
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A pathological binge |
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A sub-zero soiree |
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Mingle in the festering crowds |
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As the festivities slowly mount |
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Stiff-limbed hedonism |
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An orgy of dry-frozen hulks |
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A pathological binge |
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A sub-zero soiree |
