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*** Autor textu: Carl Birath *** Autor hudby: Insision
The foul smell inside this place
Stench of decomposition
There is no need to work in haste
No disturbance does exist
Every night I go outside
Digging deep into the ground
Digging for the dead
A mushy one will do just fine
I was born with this addiction
Collected pieces stuffed in jars
Rotten dead, they are all my friends
Heard them speaking to me
I thought this cannot be
Words came from the wormfilled mouths
There was fear but also excitement
Keep on bringing corpses home
At least now I am not alone
In my head I hear their voices
Every night I go outside
Digging deep into the ground
Digging for the dead
Stacking my friends at home
The dead live on
Inside my head again they are living
They dead live on
My friends have turned against me
They all say that they hate me
Cannot live, they are all gone
Blowing my head off with my gun
There is a morgue inside my house
I was born with this addiction
Collected pieces stuffed in jars
Rotten dead, they are all my friends
