I can't stand the pain of being dead
The feeling of flesh rotting off my bones
Trying to speak between the groans
With an insatiable hunger that must be fed
I wan your brains
I want your flesh
I need your brains
I need your flesh
I can't stand the pain of being dead
I crave the sweet fruit hiding in your head
It's the only thing that can stop the pain
Of being a monster Trioxin made!
I wan your brains
I want your flesh
I need your brains
I need your flesh..
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