[instrumental]
Crank Skank Fat and Rank
Smells like and old Fish Tank
Clustered
I Crawled up from the Sewer in a Quest to
Put Me in Charge of Population Control
I'll Make Sure We
Die Pig Die
As I Clutch My Hands Around Your Throat
Die
Blackened Splatter Bits of Brain
Disgusting Matter Felt No Pain
Bloody Chunks
Rotted Faces One by One
Shambling Slow but Sure to Dine
strophe1:
the old man standing on the hill
look down into
strophe1:
i look into your eyes but i don´t recognize
the
strophe1:
i´m in a mess in my head
like after thousands
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