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My basement's filled with corpses
The dead both young and old
They're very, very quiet
And they do what they are told

My basement's filled with corpses
The fat and thin and fit
There's nothing quite like murder
I just can't seem to quit

My basement's filled with corpses
I put them there for fun
I killed them all by knife and axe
By rope and fire and gun

My basement's filled with corpses
The old ones and the youngs
I butchered and dismembered them
I also ate their tongues

My basement's filled with corpses
All buried in the dark
When it comes to death and bloodshed
I am the one monarch

My basement's filled with corpses
They're planted by the score
The shrubs around my house grow strong
When fed with so much gore

My basement's filled with corpses
I've collected them for years
I find myself addicted
To blood and screams and tears

My basement's filled with corpses
The cops have no idea!
I write them taunting letters
While munching a tortilla

My basement's filled with corpses
Each death brings me delight
I long to share this joy with all
I'll come see you tonight

horrorquest

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