[Music: bart/Thjis, Lyrics: Sven]
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A darkened room re-opening at the stroke of twelve
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Grim cascades of light construct a blurry image
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The fridge-cage opens serving a putrid stiff
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Rusted will serve up the casual plat du jour
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Heat up the stove, my banquet commence
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Amputate limbs, Delicatesse in extremis
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There is no taste, like human rosbeef, haute-cuisine
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Savouring every chunk that slides down the esophague
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Feasting on man I survive reluctant and digestive
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Sanguine, my culinary addiction
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Just doing my part in depopulation
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Another day, another night to rob the morgue
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Retrieving chunks to stew what i adore
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Exhuming chunks to flavour the casserole
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I'm the grand chef brewfing a new brand of food
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Feasting in man I survive, reluctant, and digstive
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Your relatives, I shove down my throat
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Feeding of hate, preying on man, cannibalism with a cause
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[Lead: Jacob]
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[Lead: Bart]
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[Lead: Jacob]
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[Lead: Thjis]
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Little lumps of meat - Adoring the flesh I eat
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The dead no longer alone - In my belly to serve a better cause
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Sanguine Verses (...Of Extirpation)
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Aborted |