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Help me from this dying insanity
This fading creativity
Won't somebody help me from the depths
The lonely crypts

Full of undead
Rotting flesh
I don't want to die
But if I might

Won't someone promise me to take flight
Rise in my place
Stay out of my face

I'll eat you
I'm a zombie
I'm just rotting
Come over
Come closer

I'm lonely
So lonely
In this cold express
This deadless place

This dangerous escape
No one will come
No one is brave enough

So join me
My little insanities
In these deadly depths
These crazy crypts

We'll have parties
Maybe eat some smarties
Join my in the darkness
This warming, loving madness

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