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Remain leary of us

We will haunt you

We are outside of your window

We shed, we hear you sleep

Recycled pain

Your voice remains

Another day of pain

Mhmm... This is a tasty burger

This is not an illusion

You'll never forget

We keep, chewing your flesh

Before you get fried

Your poisoned flesh

Is hard to swallow

With satisfaction

We chop away at your flesh

We dismember your limbs

And your disgusted by it

This is not an illusion

We are not the gods of anything

We will never die, this will never play out

This decision will never play out

Your voice will no longer

Gouge out my eyes

Your only not a virgin against your demise

You'll pay for the debt you owe

Trust this

Will be served on you

No life, will be spared from us

Our food is corrupted flesh

Marked with blood

Our food is corrupted flesh

Marked or caused will blood

Your bones taste good with spice

Oh dear

Person burger

Spicy person burger

Person burger

Spicy person burger