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Six Feet Under

But I?ll be buried six feet underground Today is my birthday And I get one every year And some day? Hard to believe But I?ll be buried six feet underground

brought home again Our heart beats still we?re six feet under We?re mice and men Six feet under The bastard son?s brought home again Six feet under,

13 pieces of your fate 13 dead that will awake Dying slowly, closer, closer 13 pieces of my mind 13 pieces of my mind 13 bullets in your side Dying slowly

Questions flew And words were hurled into the air And when the smoke had cleared I saw you lying there I used my words like bullets in a gun To pick your

Tortured, been bleeding so long, I?m hungry for my death To come now, waiting hatred Dreaming of life, false hope Dying to live, waiting to die alone

I'd rather die, than to live in this fucked world Mr. President, I'm not here to do your dirty work Alone, I think I'm fighting a losing battle Worth

Mortuary filled with my dead a temptation to kill again before and after death i drink your blood the carnivore of human flesh the cannibal within

Deep inside the darkest night Is drinking in the light From pinholes pricked Holy needles knicked In a canopy of white I'm alone, I'm alone And I'm beating

Survival, survival Survival, survival Survival, survival A vicious lust for blood A vicious lust for blood A vicious lust for blood A vicious lust for