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Springtime’s here, finally

Corpses floating in the sea

The sun is shining on the three

Hanging children in the tree

In the stomach, butterflies

Along with maggots and dead mice

I hate that spring doesn't come twice

'Cause bloated bodies smell so nice

I've waited for a year

Gorespring!

Said to everyone

Gorespring!

I cried when I lived

Gorespring!

Had fun when I died

In the sun, down on the shore

Families dine on some gore

Springtime joy, let's have more

Maybe a another lovely whore

I've waited for a year

Gorespring!

Said to everyone

Gorespring!

I cried when I lived

Gorespring!

Had fun when I died

Spring of gore!