Drunk on cadaver's reek...
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a rotten climax is what I seek.
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Earmark the incision...
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for later erotic insertion.
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The intestines pinned out so nice,
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shit and blood lube up my vice.
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Scalpel, clamps hold her tight,
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I could fuck this gory mess all night
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Drunk on cadaver's reek...
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a rotten climax is what I seek.
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Earmark the incision...
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for later erotic insertion.
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A hopeless necromantic...
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slit it open and stick it in.
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For what I lack in skill,
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I make up for with gore, rot and swill.
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A cut rate degree...
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Psychopathology!
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I tend to make a mess...
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Psychopathologist!
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For me malpractice makes perfect.
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When I'm sick I'm at my best.
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I've incised her and cut her open...
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and she's waiting for me to molest.
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Sloughing and rotting and smelling...
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Cunninlingus with maggots and worms...
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A professor of butchery,
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a krash kourse in psychopathology.
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I tend to make a mess...
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Psychopathologist!
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A cut rate degree...
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Psychopathology!
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Everybody thrash!
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Krash Kourse In Psychopathology
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| Lord Gore |
