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Hung up like cattle in this blood stained freezer tomb,
one by one we're closen and i know its my turn soon.
All i can smell is rotten flesh and it making my vision blur,
and the screams from the text room tell us that we'll all die for sure.
the sounds of buzzing power tools stops echoing down the ball,
the sounds of heavy footsteps coming closer to the door

[Solo: Neil]