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Published on Dec 24, 2010

When I flatline, put me in a box, just be sure that I'm wearin' a pair of matching socks, decomposition, smells better when you're dead, formaldehyde- injected in my head. Grave-site all night, diggin', through the earth, Dawn now, somehow, it's my re-birth. I walk semi-sideways and over the highways... and even past some trains, but now the only thing that I think about, is eating human brains. I'd like to feast on your thighs-not gonna tell you so please don't ask me why. I'd like to chew on your brain, fix you up little darlin'- so you don't feel no pain. I'm gonna spoon out your eyes-so you won't tell, when I tell you lies. If I could only have your face-I'd wear it as a mask, and take your place. You may think I'm obscene- but I ain't- THIS SONG'S ABOUT A ZOMBIE; all those movies warned me, not to turn into a zombie. I'd like to shoot up an die, but I can't-I'm not even alive. Sometimes I wonder where's my soul? But the day I died, I left it down in the hole.

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