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TeethRancid sacks of walking meatFit for sustenance Struck with fear you flee beneath But I still have the scent of you Ripping teeth - Shredding meat Tear you limb from limb Cannot speak - Cannot breathe Cannot save your skin Holed up in your purgatory I can sense the fear Your warm blood and your pulse betrays I can taste that you are near |