The Jackyl Fit for an Autopsy
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Just like a curse
A walking plague of gluttony
Ripping through the stomachs
Of the needless greedy
The rotting apple that
We consume every day
The decomposing flesh that
Serves as armor for the hungry
We are ravenous
Starving for tragedy
We are war and peace
We are self destruction
We are life and death
We are suicide
Suicide
No one gets out alive
No one gets out alive
No one gets out alive
No one gets out alive
You are nothing but an empty, wasted life
You'll never fucking make it out alive
A walking plague of gluttony
Ripping through the stomachs
Of the needless greedy
The rotting apple that
We consume every day
The decomposing flesh that
Serves as armor for the hungry
We are ravenous
Starving for tragedy
We are war and peace
We are self destruction
We are life and death
We are suicide
Suicide
No one gets out alive
No one gets out alive
No one gets out alive
No one gets out alive
You are nothing but an empty, wasted life
You'll never fucking make it out alive
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