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You're a metal head. All the goodness of head-banging and moshing thrown into one. When it comes to voilence and screaming lyrics you're bound to be around, I'm proud of you.
I guess its kinda right...Im more of a horror freak.
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Hang the body in the shed
Using meat-hooks through the legs
Catch the blood as it drips from the stump
Like the others from the past
The naked belly, full of cysts
Smells so good, I cant resist
I know inside this ones the best
As I eat the rotting chest
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