Paroles de Ed gein


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I'm a killer, and a gravedigger
My stew will be made out of you
I eat women, i'm a cannibal
And a necrophiliac too
I make bracelets out of bodies
And coffee drums made with flesh
Organs frying in my kitchen
And the skin of your chest is my vest

Ed gein - he's crazy, he's mental, he's sick
Ed gein - the head of a girl in his sink
Ed gein - his soup bowl is made of a skull
Ed gein - your face is a trophy on his wall

I'm a fiend, i'm so morbid

That i sleep with your organs at night
And have sex with decaying bodies
To me it's such a delight
Then i'll eat them in my kitchen
I will savour the mortal meal
It's delicious, i'm excited
Just the thought of gives me a thrill

Ed gein - he'll shoot you in the head
Ed gein - then drag you home on a sled
Ed gein - he'll gut you in his woodshed
Ed gein - does things to your corpse people dread

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