"Six" as written by William Charles Mecum, Richard Allen Mullins and Robert Charles Oswald....
"Hey! Hey! He was fine, just we sell out."

They come to feast on purist man
They come to feast on mortal tan
Filling their bodies with disease
Swollen still like killer bees
For that lack from their prize
They fucked their children, staring eyes

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"Six" as written by Jason Jarosz Charles Nicholas

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