Stoke the flames, little devil
It's gonne ba a long night
Bloodshot insomniac
Keep your eyes on the prize
And take all your secrets to the grave

You'll never know just what hit you
You'll never know just what hit you
Was it a hammerhead? An empty threat? A demonic chant? A sycophant?
You'll never know just what hit you

Compassion doesn't live here anymore
Only a vacancy of who I used to be
Take all your secrets to the grave
Take all your secrets to the grave

La lala lala la la lalalalalala
La lala lala la la lalalalalala
La lala lala la la lalalalalala
La lala lala la la lalalalalala

Judas hanging, tight rope and swinging
Madness sets in and man is served with wine
Wake up, wake up, it's judgement day
And the cannibals have come to dine

La lala lala la la lalalalalala
La lala lala la la lalalalalala
La lala lala la la lalalalalala
La lala lala la la lalalalalala

Terrible visions and I'm deadly pale
A deceiver and destroyer of hearts
Nightmares and pieces, you look familiar
Splashed up all over the walls

Cannibalize the delicacy
Now you're a part of me
I'll eat you up, you're in my recipe
And now a part of me

I'll eat you up and now you are a part of me
I'll eat you up and now you are a part of me
I'll eat you up and now you are a part of me
I'll eat you up and now you are a part of me


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