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The serpent ransacks the soul |
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Uttered howling in the night |
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She always does the same dream and she awakes in sweat and fear |
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Absolute loss of control, preventive way from suicide |
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Post-traumatic neurosis |
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Forced to live |
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Defenseless, ravaging the inner most being |
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Let the serpent ransack your soul |
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Defenseless, ravaging the inner most being |
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Ransack your soul |
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She explains the nightmare as she was pushed in a pit of serpents |
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Paralyzed in the swarming mass, hypnotized by their vicious eyes |
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Feeling them entering her |
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The coldness of their skin |
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The suffocation and the sufferings |
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Unable to move, praying that all stops |
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She's imploring Death to welcome her in its kingdom |
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She asks us for dying |
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Unable to eat, afraid to let anything penetrate |
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Surviving against her will, catheters in her arms |
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Terrorize her, she feels the medicines poison the blood little by little |
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Wrapped into silence, laconic and motionless |
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Uttered howling in the night |
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She always does the same dream and she awakes in sweat and fear |
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As a mental impalement |
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Once the serpent has entered, it stays in you forever |
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