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OBSCENE EULOGY
DEFINING HATE: THE TRUTH UNDEAD |
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Reflection Of The Dead
It all just went black, I could take it no more
All those crying brats, playing and screaming
Decided to clean our streets, to get rid of ém all
Disappear they did, I kidnapped them all
Hid them in my basement, none was found
I never knew - They could haunt me
Nite after nite - Dead children carry on screaming my name!
It all just turned worse, I got hornier every day
I oiled their dead rectums and raped them constantly
The smell was sickening so I wore a gasmask
I was convinced, they all wanted this
I swore eternal love, fed them my cum
I never knew – They could haunt me
Nite after nite – Dead children carry on
Dead children carry on, Dead children carry on
Dead children carry on screaming my fucking name
Dead Children are calling my name
Dead Children are calling me from beyond the grave
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