The pheromones fueling my unholy lust
An appetite for the deceased
Limbs lifeless and stiff in the mouth that I stuff
I glut on cold meat like a beast
Maniacal madman exhumer of graves
A lunatic shrieking with glee
Collection of heads on my wall of the dead
Your corpses will belong to me
I am the tormentor and you are my sheep
You writhe in my murderous hands
You scream as I bury you six feet beneath
Your lungs slowly fill up with sand
I bathe in your blood and I dress in your skin
In dark twisted alleys I thrive
Voracious consumer of fear that’s within
I’m coming to reap all your minds
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