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Decrepit, replete with misery |
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The elders lie diseased |
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And are dead or dying |
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Dilapidated, we feel tortured |
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You live the life of a corpse |
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It's the destiny of your death |
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This malignancy is so immense |
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And in the end you'll all die off |
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A living carcass that is soon to crumble |
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And leave this feeding ground of the dead |
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Erosion of your carcass |
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Your skin begins to tatter |
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As the worms consume your brain |
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Weathered your life corrodes |
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Trapped in horror |
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While your body bio-degrades |
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This malignancy is so immense |
|
And in the end you'll all die off |
|
A living carcass that is soon to crumble |
|
And leave this feeding ground of the dead |
|
Decrepit, replete with misery |
|
The elders lie diseased |
|
And are dead or dying |
|
Dilapidated, we feel tortured |
|
You live the life of a corpse |
|
It's the destiny of your death |
|
This malignancy is so immense |
|
And in the end you'll all die off |
|
A living carcass that is soon to crumble |
|
And leave this feeding ground of the dead |