.[musick & lyrixxx - Matt Harvey, 1995]
By night I return to the storage shed, Anxious to catch a glimpse of the dead,
Nervously, I unbolt the door, Making my way into this abatoir... Hot air>
Rushes out the aperture, A putrid gust of flattus and methane, Inhaling the
Rotting fume.
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