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Mortician

meat is on the stick stir my pain with an ice pick pick, pick, pick pick, pick, pick pick, pick, pick the chain-saw smile of the mortician shines I still

I open my lungs dear, I sing this song at funerals... No rush. These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush. A baby boy you've held so tightly, this

I love necrophilia Slice the rotten flesh Suck on the entrails The sweet scent of death Ripping back the meat And fucking whats within You shit as I

I get old I heard you on the telephone moaning my doom A cold woman will kill me in a darkened room The chain-saw of the mortician shines I still got

I love necrophilia Slice the rotten flesh Suck on the entrails The sweet scent of death Ripping back the meat And fucking whats within You shit as I

Prophecy Death unleashed World explodes Cause unknown Blood red sky Humans fry Boiling earth No rebirth Brutal deaths Melting flesh Genocide Billions

Burning cities Rotting bodies Random killing Corpses burning Sickening plagues Living decay Charcoaled bodies Flesh is rotting Baron wastelands Millions

Held captive by a group of thugs Intent to kill and lust for blood Terrorize and rape the victims Rage unfolds its time for revenge Hunting down the

Awakened from the damp cold grave Centuries undead the coffin's slave Hungering for taste of mortal blood Hands breaking through the rotted wood Tearing