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Текст (слова) песни: autopsy - Keeper Of Decay
Roadkill, guts are spilled A flattened form of death A heavenly delight Death is sweet Scoop up the meat Intact or mashed-it matters not
I bring home my new surprises Open my door, the odour rises One that makes me feel so good I feel so fucking high
I smile at my pride and joy on my walls My pets Nailed up high and low By the throat Intestinal wreath Rancid beef
My newest tacked up with the rest I sit back and watch it rot Breathe deep Close my eyes Fantasize that i am one of them
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