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down a dark dirt road
your fate waiting now to reach you
the blade of my axe pounds upon your skull
in my corpse collection i will keep you

freezer in my house
its stocked with human flesh
my home is where many meet their deaths
because i tell whos a sinner and bring hell instead

his house is his own morgue
keeps the bodies labeled by kill
when he gets up in the morning
his collection is always still

in the afterlife
they all await me
the lives i have claimed
innocent people i have slain
judging me at once oh lord forgive me
for i wish i had claimed more before you took my soul

skulls on the shelf
some have brains in head
some are waiting to be killed but
they are far from dead
I must do a ritual, army of souls serve me when i die
their visions cast in my head

the afterlife lives in his house
put to sleep awake in his mind
come and see his prized possessions
the worst collection of all time

check my corpse collection
a vision of perfection
the racks of rotting flesh
stench of human death
its reeking through the air
check my fucking lair
freezers and bins
the body is in there

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