Broken bodies, rotting corpse 
This pile I need to hide 
The stench of death is getting worse 
I’ll take them for a ride 
Late at night all is dark 
You’re not worthy of the grave 
Dig a hole in the woods 
Your soul cannot be saved 

These bodies in my trunk 
No longer have a name (they have no name) 
Evidence of my crimes 
The lime will wash it away 

My empty soul is cold and dark 
And it’s thirsting for your life 
My suffering will be erased 
With help from my friend the knife 
You run away, you run away 
But you won’t get very far 
Before long you’ll be dead 
Stuffed in the trunk of my car 

Get in the pit!! 

The time has come to dig me a pit 
I think I found the perfect spot 
Deep in the woods where no one will go 
Left alone where all the corpses will rot 
They rot away, they rot away 
Long before you’re found 
Just another victim of the lime 
Melt away melt in the ground 

These bodies in my trunk 
No longer have a name (they have no name) 
Evidence of my crimes 
The lime will wash away 
These bodies in my trunk 
No longer have a name (they have no name) 
The emptiness I feel inside 
Remains the same

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