Feed on Human Flesh
Can you tell me? When will it end?
Or will I find the answer myself?
These ghosts are hunting me down
Through bitter ways they lead, to rot
They’re holding tight the knife
They’ll cut up your throat if they can
I hear their voices laughing
No hidden places to deceive
But I am prepared
For this means war
Strike back for revenge
They will fall first
No choices can be made but hateful ones
They want to break the spine and feed on human flesh
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