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we are the living dead we are the living dead we are the living dead BRAINS BRAINS we are the living dead we are the living dead we are the living dead BRAINS BRAINS smell of rotting flesh corpses on the floor lovely day for death blood bones and GORE 2-5-4-trioxide is the drug for (ME!) stronger than crack it makes my ears (BLEED!) sell it on the street for 50 (Gs!) we're takin over (SOCIETY!) human race is gonna die watch us all (MULTIPLY!) got no love we got no pain gimme all your (FUCKIN BRAINS!) From Letras Mania