I dug my way out of this grave.
Decomposing and rotting away.
We’ll make cemeteries our cities
and tombs our cathedrals
I want you for your body.
I want you for your brain.
I must feed!
I dug my way out of this grave.
Decomposing and rotting away.
We’ll make cemeteries our cities
and tombs our cathedrals
I want you for your body.
I want you for your brain.
I must feed!
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