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Six Feet Under Double Dead

: Back again to kill and gut I crave intestine Fist-fucked reduced to a stump Kill - all Skinless body Naked hanging Blood as draining Carving, killing

leg twitching But the body's not moving Those I hunt are Rotting in the grave and Crippled and broken Weeks left decaying Dead unburried I open up the

Ignorance Declining populace The day the dead walked Apocalypse The day the dead walked The armageddon The day the dead walked Apocalypse The day the dead

: I'm not the only one Who's been Thinking the way I've been Things got to change If they don't we'll all be dead We've got to watch, and listen To

: Don't speak to me about freedom Don't speak to me about being free Don't speak to me about freedom Don't speak to me about being free My mind is mine

I'll continue to kill you I'll grab a knife and stick it in you Your body mangled drenched in blood - dead Torture, unbearable - hallucinate to victimize More killing under

: Sit back and hold your breath, just let nature take effect A warm glow inside my bones The touch of velvet rubbed against my soul Thoughts of things

as skin turns blue the taste of flesh hunger for blood sever the skin torn to the bone Bodies ripped apart skin begins to rot injest the infection of the dead

homocide Well you know I'm about to hoo-lah I never catch you sleeping And I'mma pop the clip Put it between your eyes when I should die Need six feet