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El-creepo! Pitchfork

Stoke the flames, little devil It's gonna be a long night Blood shot insomniac Keep your eyeson the prize And take all your secrets to the grave Compassion doesn't live here anymore Only a vacancy of who I used to be Take all your secrets to the grave Judas haning tight rope and swinging Madness sets in and man is served with wine Wake up, wake up, it's Judgement Day And the cannibals have come to dine Terrible visions and I'm deadly pale A deceiver and destroyer of hearts Nightmares in pieces, you look familiar Splashed up all over the walls Cannibalize the delicacy Now you are a part of me I'll eat you up You're in my recipe And now a part of me I'll eat you up And now you're a part of me