Paranoia
is in the air.
Violence
is everywhere.
Rotten flesh
stops the air.
Making love
with the dead.
You're making love with the dead.
Lust,
Terror,
Mutilated bodies.
Rotten Flesh lyrics by Nervochaos. Paranoia is in the air. Violence is everywhere. Rotten flesh stops the air. Making love with the dead. You're making love...
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Paranoia
is in the air.
Violence
is everywhere.
Rotten flesh
stops the air.
Making love
with the dead.
You're making love with the dead.
Lust,
Terror,
Mutilated bodies.
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