Description
NO ONE WILL BE HOME
It`s hot
It burns
I`ve got a big vat
For things like that
It all goes into soup
The feast is at
Sundown in the back
It`s time when all the earthly remnants sneak into the shack
I`ve spent my whole like developing so I could lose myself
You`re invited
To the celebration
It`s at my house
And no one will be home
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