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Schoolyard Heroes Fantastic Wounds

This disease will make your heart explode Melt your teeth and flesh down to the bone They took our blood now, baby Your kiss shall poison me They took

High fives with chainsaw hands Will strike the spark that melts our features Salt the earth, I?ll salt your wounds As flames consume like starving creatures

You?d best adhere to the words of the oracle Phineas sinned but he didn?t sin every day! And now you rise young children of the hydra Rise, rise, rise

Hateful, painful Her skin is melted to the floor Shapeless, faceless Her twisted feature oh the horror Every time I look into your sweet disfiguration

in your chromosomes Your screams could raise the dead But no one listens. You?re twisted on the floor Bleeding and screaming for more. A heart-shaped wound