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Sorority Castle (AKA The Kill )
My tongue slowly licks bloody droplets from my fangs
Why was I awoken, why this time was I only hang
To awake this time and find my castle over ran by them
I tried to remember the world that I left while eating a limb
With meat all in my teeth and specks clinging to my lips
I separated to more limbs caught within my grips
When I was hang women wore dresses dragging the ground
Now all over my castle there are asses and titties bouncing all around
As I finish up this thing I wonder how many more will it take
Will I feast enough tonight before the dawn breaks
Speaking of break another thing was caught and killed on the stairs
Neck bitten into and ripped, no one heard the tear
Mmmm, the warm taste of her blood hitting the back of my throat
Yes this one was still a virgin I could wear her skin as a dress coat
But now there’s now time for fear or secrecy as I regenerate, as I feed
Right there on the stairs I drank and tore at everything that I need
Flashbacks hit me of me punching through chest and ripping out hearts
Hidden in plain sight not worrying about being caught
Entrails devoured my breath smelling of shit and death
Everything is needed for my health as I reclaim my castle and wealth
Money recycling as I’m resurrected life after life
Burned at the stake, I died upon the cross, had my throat ripped with a knife
but they come, they always do, the world becomes overfilled
Awaking to each thing tastier than the last, each dying for the kill�
Why was I awoken, why this time was I only hang
To awake this time and find my castle over ran by them
I tried to remember the world that I left while eating a limb
With meat all in my teeth and specks clinging to my lips
I separated to more limbs caught within my grips
When I was hang women wore dresses dragging the ground
Now all over my castle there are asses and titties bouncing all around
As I finish up this thing I wonder how many more will it take
Will I feast enough tonight before the dawn breaks
Speaking of break another thing was caught and killed on the stairs
Neck bitten into and ripped, no one heard the tear
Mmmm, the warm taste of her blood hitting the back of my throat
Yes this one was still a virgin I could wear her skin as a dress coat
But now there’s now time for fear or secrecy as I regenerate, as I feed
Right there on the stairs I drank and tore at everything that I need
Flashbacks hit me of me punching through chest and ripping out hearts
Hidden in plain sight not worrying about being caught
Entrails devoured my breath smelling of shit and death
Everything is needed for my health as I reclaim my castle and wealth
Money recycling as I’m resurrected life after life
Burned at the stake, I died upon the cross, had my throat ripped with a knife
but they come, they always do, the world becomes overfilled
Awaking to each thing tastier than the last, each dying for the kill�
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