Street Ghost

from by Gravemind

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Limp humans pile off into offices and offal managing stations.
Unaware that I am here. Like a ghost I sit and stare on a sad scene.

Well we all scream about our souls. All we are are zombies.
Fucking a sad ball of gas. Multiplying yet dying out fast.

Purgatory purge, tasteless urge. People eating, undead feeding.
Ghost mouth doubt. Holding grey flesh down.
We are all slaves, slaves to the plague.

Well we all scream about our souls. All we are are zombies.
Fucking a sad ball of gas. Multiplying yet dying out fast.

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from Gravemind, released October 2, 2013

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