Dead decayed now in the cold ground
You can't hear me
And I'm screaming your name
Why you have gone?
Away from me
Away to the grave
Now it is empty
This soul of mine
I have been chosen to murder the living
I have been chosen to kill you slowly
It grips me, the sickness that now dwells
The brutal hacking motion of my knife blade
Your young wife is now killed by my hand
To entomb and unearth in 18 days
I will f*ck the decayed
The stench of the open grave
The corpse calls my name
On my cock a pus filled c*nt
Leaks my juice down her throat
You're dead decayed now
In the cold ground
Ripening
You're dead decayed now
In the cold ground
Wait for me
You're dead decayed now
In the cold ground
Ripening
You're dead decayed now
Ripe for me
In the cold ground
Six Feet Under - 18 Days Lyrics
Six Feet Under - 18 Days Lyrics
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Dead decayed now in the cold ground
You can't hear me
And I'm screaming your name
Why you have gone?
Away from me
Away to the grave
Now it is empty
This soul of mine
I have been chosen to murder the living
I have been chosen to kill you slowly
It grips me, the sickness that now dwells
The brutal hacking motion of my knife blade
Your young wife is now killed by my hand
To entomb and unearth in 18 days
I will f*ck the decayed
The stench of the open grave
The corpse calls my name
On my cock a pus filled c*nt
Leaks my juice down her throat
You're dead decayed now
In the cold ground
Ripening
You're dead decayed now
In the cold ground
Wait for me
You're dead decayed now
In the cold ground
Ripening
You're dead decayed now
Ripe for me
In the cold ground
You can't hear me
And I'm screaming your name
Why you have gone?
Away from me
Away to the grave
Now it is empty
This soul of mine
I have been chosen to murder the living
I have been chosen to kill you slowly
It grips me, the sickness that now dwells
The brutal hacking motion of my knife blade
Your young wife is now killed by my hand
To entomb and unearth in 18 days
I will f*ck the decayed
The stench of the open grave
The corpse calls my name
On my cock a pus filled c*nt
Leaks my juice down her throat
You're dead decayed now
In the cold ground
Ripening
You're dead decayed now
In the cold ground
Wait for me
You're dead decayed now
In the cold ground
Ripening
You're dead decayed now
Ripe for me
In the cold ground
Writer: CHRIS BARNES, ROB J ARNOLD
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management