There exists a secret place
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Heralded by death embrace
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Soon you'll learn what's life after death
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Soon after your corpse has been dressed
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You can only come around
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As you're buried six feet down
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When your body functions have ceased
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The maggots begin to feast
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You'll be the life of the party
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Way down at the cemetery
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Far below the hollowed ground
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Far from the safe lights of town
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At home amongst the beatles and worms
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Where the creepy crawlies will squirm
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Unfortunately it isn't heaven
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Fortunately it's not quite hell
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It's a place of legend and myth
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Where the reaper has gonna amiss
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You'll be the life of the party
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Way down at the cemetery
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You will soon depart from the heart in your chest
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Lalalalalalalalalalala
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For its incessant beating will eventually end
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Lalalalalalalalalalala
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You wont need the flood of warm blood in your veins
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Lalalalalalalalalalala
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For every single crimson drop will surely be drained
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Lalalalalalalalalalala
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All your worthy posessions
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And all your measly Convictions
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Will be useless after the day you die
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You wont need them on the other side
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Now as your pulse subsides
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Time has come to say your goodbyes
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Saint Peter doesn't call your name
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But your body does not drown in flames
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You'll exist beyond creation
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No hope for reincarnation
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Once they carve out your headstone
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and you're nothing left but a bag of bones
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You'll recieve an invitation
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to the life between the stations
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You'll be the life of the party
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Way down at the cemetery
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A casket holds your lifeless form
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That chunk of meat is no longer warm
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Before all your insides begin to curd
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You'll transcend into an Ether
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Every lost soul migrates here
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As the real world sheds a tear
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A spirit not fit for ascension
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A soul not fit for redemption
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You'll be the life of the party
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Way down at the cemetery
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You will soon depart from the heart in your chest
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Lalalalalalalalalalala
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For its incessant beating will eventually end
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Lalalalalalalalalalala
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You wont need the flood of warm blood in your veins
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Lalalalalalalalalalala
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For every single crimson drop will surely be drained
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Lalalalalalalalalalala
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All your worthy posessions
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And all your measly Convictions
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Will be useless after the day you die
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You wont need them on the other side
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Now as your pulse subsides
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Time has come to say your goodbyes
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Well now, it seems you've been cursed to wander
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Into the pitch black Yonder
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You cannot be saved
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Now your body lies in a cold, cold grave!
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Well now, it seems you're off the beaten path
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An exiled outcast
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What lies ahead? Face the facts, son
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You are, DEAD, DEAD, DEAD!
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Well now, it seems you've come to a realization
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That you're an abomination
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So don't be sad, life after death isn't Bad, Bad, Bad!
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Well now, I really must be on my way
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There's other folks who've gone astray
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It never ends, go forth and haunt
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Make some enemies!...or friends!
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You will soon depart from the heart in your chest
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Lalalalalalalalalalala
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For its incessant beating will eventually end
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Lalalalalalalalalalala
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You wont need the flood of warm blood in your veins
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Lalalalalalalalalalala
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For every single crimson drop will surely be drained
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Lalalalalalalalalalala
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All your worthy posessions
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And all your measly Convictions
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Will be useless after the day you die
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You wont need them on the other side
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Now as your pulse subsides
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Time has come to say your goodbyes
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It wants you! It gets you!
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Firmly in its grip!
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Sit back, don't fight!
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Go along for the trip
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Prepare to be scared
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Right out of your skin
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Welcome to the Netherworld where your new life begins!
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The Netherworld
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