I've got a fever
Fevered intentions
Coaxing every knife into its hole
Overrun
With all these
Budding insects
Coming deeding on the bones
And they like
The knifehole
Beyond this, come along
For I won't be alone
Not yet
Come along
For I won't be alone
Not yet
In every creature
There's desperation
Forcing every knife into its hole
Overrun
With all these
Rotting insects
Coming feeding on the bones
And they like
The knifehole
Beyond this, come along
For I won't be alone
Not yet
Come along
For I won't be alone
Not yet
Not yet
And they like the knifehole
Ohhhh Can you feel
Like I feel this
Wooahh Can you feel
Like I feel
Beyond this, come along
For I won't be alone
Not yet
Come along
For I won't be alone
Not yet
Not yet
Not yet
Not yet
Not yet
Whoa
Whoa
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