Starve to death and to sickness
No one cares just lay down and rot

I’ll pierce the back of your neck with a rusty spear
I’ll eat your flesh and throw it on your face
My knuckles hitting you in the back of your skull
The madness will devour you, you can run but you can’t hide

The madness will devour

Feeling fine just killing more
Starve for blood and madness

I’ll pierce the back of your neck with a rusty spear
I’ll eat your flesh and throw it on your face
My knuckles hitting you in the back of your skull
The madness will devour you, you can’t run but you can’t hide

The madness will devour

Darkness dwells in your mind
Your pleasure is their pain

You must be in a cell at least, six feet under where you rot
What a waste of human flesh and bones, silent you die

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