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You're all worms and mud, just a question of time |
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Idealizing the past, old memory seems so beautiful |
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But the decayed flowers have lost their colors for ever |
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And what is dead will never be again |
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I'd like to collect those cute dead bodies and give'm a new life through death |
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Where they'd stay pure and silent |
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But dead fruits rot so fast, |
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I hate those worms, |
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I hate those flies |
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The ugliness which drown the past |
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What death gives me, it's rapidly passes away |
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I spit on your cemetary which even took your femiveity |
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As soon as the eyes are gone the human identity fades |
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Formaldehyde infections to delay the inescapable doom |
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Destroying the natural way of life, |
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I bring back the lovely corpse |
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And fight against the sand of time |
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Fascination and disgust are twins in the same hell |
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Why should it end so fast? |
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Tonight, beyond the gates of death, |
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I'll break the oblivion process |
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No god won't make me forget you, my dead angel |
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Your cadaver enshroud recalls me your wedding dress |
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Your body cold like ice opens for my damnation ... |
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I'd like our dead love to last forever ... |
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Sometimes |
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I ever hear as if she spoke to me |
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And one day |
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I'll fuck the earth itself, that sweet stench of humus and moist |
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Which so often stole my lust... desire to possess you whore 'cause death put the strike but you erase the so pure remains |
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Covering my naked body with black and greasy mud, broken nails on stones ... |
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I'd like our dead love to last forever ... |
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Sometimes |
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I even hear as if she spoke to me |
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Raping the soil, the betrayer of time |
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I fill mother earth with tears, blood and sperm |
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And you puke me as an aborted corpse |
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To avoid I reach the forbidden paradises |
