Remain leary of us We will haunt you We are outside of your window We shed, we hear you sleep Recycled pain Your voice remains Another day of pain Mhmm... This is a tasty burger This is not an illusion Youll never forget We keep, chewing your flesh Before you get fried Your poisoned flesh Is hard to swallow With satisfaction We chop away at your flesh We dismember your limbs And your disgusted by it This is not an illusion We are not the gods of anything We will never die, this will never play out This decision will never play out Your voice will no longer Gouge out my eyes Your only not a virgin against your demise Youll pay for the debt you owe Trust this Will be served on you No life, will be spared from us Our food is corrupted flesh Marked with blood Our food is corrupted flesh Marked or caused will blood Your bones taste good with spice Oh dear Person burger Spicy person burger Person burger Spicy person burger
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