Graverobbing cemeteries, body parts I steal
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Using 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 I dress in ornaments of flesh,
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Beneath the night 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 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.
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[repeat chorus]
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[MUSIC: BROKEN HOPE]
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[LYRICS: J.WAGNER]
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Cannibal Crave
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Broken Hope |