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Haggard Howls
00:56
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Haggard howls echo through the night
These streets are cold, and I'm high as a kite
My neighbor's house is just a cardboard box
and my only two friends are a pair of Docs
Chasing cats and dogs 'til they're out of sight
So hungry even strays look like a tasty bite tonight
Haggard howls echo through the night
These streets are cold, and I'm high as a kite
Eyes rubbed raw, my wounds are weeping
Hair matted with blood, my skin is seeping
Hags are howling in the darkness
They've been kicked out of their shitty apartments
Needles lying on the carpet, needles lying on the ground
These hags are doping up, there's no hope to be found
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Utmost Fear
01:17
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Stumbling 'round on the city streets,
A thought comes to mind of the morbid beats!
The crypt rock concoction, bubbling in my lair,
The funeral procession, my utmost fear,
Spat into the night from the back of my throat,
For you to listen to, for death to hear.
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Smog
01:26
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Intravenously [IV]
01:12
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Running though the graveyard, scared as can be
Running alone in the cemetery
Snaking through the tombstones..
Still, you cannot see me.
Looking for someone, searching for something,
Another hit, maybe?
You'll never find it here dear..
You should know, you're quite the adept junkie.
Running through the graveyard, scared as can be,
running alone in the cemetery.
You'll probably die in this place.. how convenient.
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Too Hot to Rot
00:54
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It said to me, I'm gonna make you mine
I said maybe when I'm sedated..
The only way you'll ever lay your hands on me
Will be after I'm cremated!!
The only creatures I dig
Are the ones I'm diggin' up!
Maggot infested bodies, to me,
Are hot! as! fuck!
The only bodies I'm hitting up
Are six feet underground
On permanent vacation
In a grave just out of town
The only creatures I dig..
Are the ones I'm diggin' up!
Maggot infested bodies, to me,
Are hot as fuck!!!
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Haze
01:58
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Walking slowly
through the wake
of our demise
and our remains
It's hard to tell
what's going on
It's hard to see
anything at all
In this haze
No compromise
for the wicked
or the weak
Dealing with death
from day to day
Don't bat an eyelid
when i decay
My teeth
will be
all that remain
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