Fiend for Corpses

I eat their meat, Fiend for corpses In the cemetery they lay buried, Dead and rotting Exhumed to be consumed Fiend for corpses The dead do not hear Not even a peep D-E-A-D they cannot speak Of what parts I eat D-E-A-D with them I procreate And prep for my feast D-E-A-D I'm lusting for their taste Chemicals in my brain Are commanding me to remain the flesh's slave I'm forgetting my own name... I eat their meat, Fiend for corpses In the cemetery they lay buried, Dead and rotting Exhumed to be consumed Fiend for corpses The dead do not smell Me and my reek E-N-T-E-R the tombs where they sleep I am not meek T-E-A-R the lids off their resting place Desecrating remains D E A D Such a feast I will create Chemicals in my brain Are commanding me to remain the flesh's slave I'm forgetting my own name... I eat their meat, Fiend for corpses In the cemetery they lay buried, Dead and rotting Exhumed to be consumed Fiend for corpses