Meat Shits - Grotesque Affections | Текст песни

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I steal body parts from the morgue
A collection of extreme rot and gore
I bring home my work every night
In jars of formaldehyde on the shelf

Killing animals for the evening feast
My lover she bathes in their blood
Time to put the spice in our sex lives
Necrophiliac desires need to be fulfilled...

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