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"ah, you can always smell a graveyard" i the abomination twisted patchwork heap of rust, rivets, and bolts wed in flesh canopy landscape buzz saw rib cage death ray eyes ejaculating putrid nerve agent bile soaked esophagus pale green fragrance esophagus pale green fragrance of bitter cherub aftertaste arms end in vices takers of life and legs Songtextelegs are for lurking i the vile necrobot psychotic christ-like robotic return from the earthworms and i've yet to feel an ounce of remorse or regret for the stains on what's left of these tatters each one another life gone oh aren't i beautiful aren't i the end i have many tools but i have saved the worst for you Aus Songtexte Mania