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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
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Lyricist: Misfits
Lyrics:
When they pull out her tongue Pull off her face, pluck out her eyes Well, the blood must flow, oh When it drips from the mouth Be forewarned, be prepared For a grisly bloodfeast
And that blood is just so real Because you just can't fake it And that blood is just so real Because you just can't fake it
When you think of severed heads Think of my face, think of your life Well, I guessed I fooled you When you think of my face Think of your blood, think of your death It's like a freakin' bloodfeast
I'm possessing your death Possessing your blood, possessing your head For a grisly bloodfeast I'm possessing your heart Possessing your tongue, possessing your blood And then I'm gonna break you
And that blood is just so real Because you just can't fake it And that blood is just so real Because you just can't fake it And that blood And that blood
I'm possessing your death Possessing your blood, possessing your demise For a grisly bloodfeast I'm possessing your heart Possessing your tongue, possessing your blood And then I'm gonna break you
And that blood is just so real Because you just can't fake it And that blood is just so real Because you just can't fake it And that blood And that blood
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