Stench of rot and filth prevailsYou fight against the iron
Strolling through my boneyardA ghoulish midnight strideA walk among the
The bleak sun rises through the smog stained cloudsThe day
Returned from the hunt, armed to the teethReturn triumphant to
Your life is in danger...Beware of the cannibal whoresKeep your
Someone's always following meSomeone's always in my dreamsScary men with
Dear Uncle Creepy, it's been yearsMorbid fantasy exterminate my childhood
Stalking through the black of nightUnholy ghoul's lust for bloodThe
Prone on the operating tableDeep incision aliced on inanimate fleshI
Who need rock to use? I've got water balloonsPick a
I work for the streetcleanerWhen the work day is doneI
Cold dark night, nerves are tenseStrange sounds out of nowhere
Running through the jungleRunning not to dieMortado and the CannibalsMortado
Wearing the disguise of the working classI use my occupation
Feverish rites of the culinarily macabreConsuming pork when not fully
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