None of the Living Remain - The Pain of Being Dead | Текст песни

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I can't stand the pain of being dead

The feeling of flesh rotting off my bones

Trying to speak between the groans

With an insatiable hunger that must be fed

I wan your brains

I want your flesh

I need your brains

I need your flesh


I can't stand the pain of being dead

I crave the sweet fruit hiding in your head

It's the only thing that can stop the pain

Of being a monster Trioxin made!

I wan your brains

I want your flesh

I need your brains

I need your flesh..

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