Come alive in the rear view of this hearse... Flesh is pale. It's cold. These bones are sore. So sore...
Rigor Mortis set in motion, but My mind is functioning and I'm craving brains. Rigor Mortis it fuels the pain that I feel. Returned to life, the only cure is to stop my brain.
Flesh don't soothe my appetite... I only crave the living brain...
Looking out the window of this four-wheeled mausoleum. Seeing children crying for what this life used to be...
Rigor Mortis set in motion, but My mind is functioning and I'm craving brains. Rigor Mortis it fuels the pain that I feel. Returned to life, the only cure is to stop my brain.
The only thing that soothes the ache... Oh, the pain... I need MORE BRAAAAINS! Sharpened. Clamoring. My intestines twitch. My flesh dissolves: rotting, crumbling. Hunger calls. Revolting stenches oozing in... with the dead. Bring me the brain of your finest head! I must feast for the pain to end. (2x) Electrified stimulae. I feel alive. Chewy morsels, rectified. Justify the undead pain of life. More pain? More brains. But hold the eyes...
Bring me the brain of your finest head!
I must feast for the pain to end. (2x)
Rigor Mortis set in motion, but My mind is functioning and I'm craving brains. Rigor Mortis it fuels the pain that I feel. Returned to life, the only cure is to stop my brain.
The only thing that soothes the ache... Oh, the pain... I need MORE BRAAAAINS!
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