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Crypt Keeper
03:27
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Years within my subterranean tomb, my shackles won't rust away
My final candle, flickers then fades
Lower I sink into depravity
Forced to eat corpses of my own kin
If there's a hell I'm going to the deepest pit
I haven't seen the sun in months, in years
As my ghoulish form eclipses what was left of my humanity I slip into a blind hunger for the decrepit, diseased bodies that line these halls
Dead skin under my fingernails
In my manic state I've broken one of the few teeth I still have left
Years within my subterranean tomb, my shackles won't rust away
My final candle, flickers then fades
Lower I sink into depravity
Forced to eat corpses of my own kin
If there's a hell I'm going to the deepest pit
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Well Don't Chicago, Illinois
Last guy who ran off on the pack, got choked out by some Givenchy gloves, the last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them. Slowly faded into darkness and I let the archangels take him.
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