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I crept from the morgue with a blade in my sleeve, mouth stitched shut, but I'm still
Making them bleed.
Crows in the rafters, whispering death, every bar's like a hex with a sulfurous breath.
Skull in a sack in a mask of my dome, cemetery steps led the curse to my home.
I don't blink in the dark, I was born in the pitch, now I chant from the book with the blood of a witch.
Rats crawl close when the chant starts swelling, they dance in the guts while the spirits be
Yelling.
No lights in my lane, just the stench of a kill. Put the scalpel to your spine, now your soul
Stands still.
It's the silence that screams when the butcher walks in. I don't knock, I just slice through your thoughts and your sins.
Morgue Mobs sigil burning red in the flame, and the dead knows my steps, they remember my name.
We the ones that the shadows obey, dig deep, bring the ride to the day. Blood moon with the ash in the sky, you can beg, but the dead don't lie.
We the cut that you feel in the dreams, Morgue Mob in the fog with the beams.
This the sound of the crypt when it sings you better run when the reaper swings.
As the vultures circle overhead, before dawn breaks you'll be dead.
Morgue Mob, we got no love for the fuzz, we steady sipping embalming fluid till we
Catch a buzz.
I'ma open you up with the precisest of cuts, leave you stretched out motionless with
Eyes wide shut.
We come bumping down the street, yelling put them in the trunk, but when we mask up
You know you're shit out of luck.
You square up with us, it's a gamble for your life, a triple threat is corrupt and we don't give a fuck.
Now push your chips in and make your final bet and I'ma snuff you out just like a cigarette.
Vile Omen is the demon that you just summoned for, with chaos magic and bloodshed of course.
We the ones that the shadows obey, dig deep, bring the ride to the day. Blood moon with
The ash in the sky, you can beg, but the dead don't lie.
We the cut that you feel in the dreams.
Morgue Mob in the fog with the beams, this the sound of the crypt when it sings, you better run when the reaper swings.