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What a Fucking Drama

Listen! Grind the corpse

So will be tomorrow

Then them will be more

Your slowly body

Better than the whore

Easy! Mother's fucker

Relax on the floor

Relax!

I've beaten out to you teeth

Has broken wrists of hands

Broken ribs have pierced

Into your lung you're dead

The warm corpse is necessary

Dismember him for the present

I while shall go to wash the hands

They stick from blood on a leather

Now you're dead!

Now I'm bad

Now you're dead!

Now all of us bad!

Now you're dead!

Now we are bad!

Now you're dead!

We're simply hungry deads!