you treat me like a fucking monster
it's not my fault if I am dead
play with me, don't be a cheater
if you're cute, i'll be your friend
Ok I'm in love with human flesh
but you're even worse, your coat is made of fur
I do this to eat and sate myself
you torture animals for style, who's the murderer
freedom for zombies
look at me, I'm not as evil as you ( I want)
freedom for zombies
I've my sins, but you have yours too
when I look at one girl in the street
wearing fur it smells like meat
I'd like to ask her " what are U doin
don't you hear theirs corpes screaming I really don't understand
why people don't love undead
we just want a tasty brain
who's the beast, and who's the man
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