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Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh
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Terror builds, as the thought of being dead
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Prophecy of the wisemen of old
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Now comes true, as the corpses break the soil
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Ancient spell breaks the sleep of the dead
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The dead awake, what the populace is fearing
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Panic strikes as the nations run in fear
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Oceans boil with blood of human victims
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Suicide, the only way to avoid being eaten by the undead
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Grave yards coming alive with zombies, hungry for living flesh
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Psychotic, transmuted corpses, upsuring the population
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Sickening disaster of epidemic proportions, devouring us
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Tables turn as a victim I've become now
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State of death only waiting to return
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Vital signs that show I'm dead
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This can't happen, I'm rising from my own grave
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Hunger grows not nutritionnal but instinctual
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Flesh becomes my only crave of this live
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Unthinking state, a state of metamorphosis
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Seeking food to keep me dead
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Degenerate, a product of man's frustration for his error
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Insatiable hunger for mankind, building with each kill
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Seeking human victims to meet my fill
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Cannibal I've become, what's happened to my brain
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Feast on the corpse, suck out his brain
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As its fluids drip down the drain
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Chew on the bones, drink from its bladder
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The vile stench only makes me madder
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In through the mouth, out the forehead
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Brains fall out, skin turns red
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Violent surge, a spear through the skull
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Felt the urge, now my heart's full
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I crave gore, I'll eat your guts
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I love gore, blood drives me nuts
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I drink blood, I don't like water
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Intestines my cud, I feast in the slaughter
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Twist its neck, make it crack
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Suicide, the only way to avoid being eaten by the undead
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Grave yards coming alive with zombies, hungry for living flesh
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Psychotic, transmuted corpses, upsuring the population
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Sickening disaster of epidemic proportions, devouring us
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Blood I want to drink, I want to suck
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Brains I want to eat, the rest I'll chuck
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Bones into a spear, I'll carve and kill
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Hunger for the quest, I'll never fill
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I crave gore, I'll eat your guts
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THE UNDEAD WILL FEAST
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| Cannibal Corpse |
