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Fresh parts and nothing more

Wait till you see what I have in store

To cross the barrier between the dead and alive

Collecting parts in the shroud of night

In the gallows, the meat they sway.

A pound of flesh, fresh from a prior day.

In the Morgue, cold they lay

Must take note to visit their grave

Exhumed from a womb of wood and cloth

Baptized by dirt and water runoff

Cold and stiff, a life once lived

A second chance will be my gift

Fatty Liver, Track Marks

Vices from life prevent a fresh start

Black lungs, gut rot

They won't due, but i'll take your heart

Exhumed from a womb of wood and cloth

Baptized by dirt and water runoff

Cold and stiff, a life once lived

A second chance will be my gift

Exhumed from a womb of wood and cloth

Baptized by dirt and water runoff

Cold and stiff, a life once lived

A second chance will be my gift

Were you looking for salvation

Or a way to cheat your death

For now, mortals walk this earth

And we are haunted by our dead.

We're all looking for control

To things that cannot be

Will your battle end your life

And leave vou a madman like me?