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And it is the end |
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Pale skin to caress |
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Drained and left for dead |
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Nothing more to expect |
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Surreal existence am I dead |
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Or am I alive |
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In crimson fluid hell is what I found |
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Feel the larva crawling |
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Eating constant breeding |
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Beneath the skin born again |
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To be reborn is this life after death |
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Transformed man dethroned |
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Inner movement the body unveil secrets |
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Life after this surreal existence |
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Birth/death/birth fed up with life as the eggs hatch |
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In rotten flesh I first meet life to live a second then |
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Die again already searching for another dead prey |
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Innate insects part of me |
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Parasite inside eating me |
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Host of flies born inside |
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Absence of life I am the lord of flies |
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Surreal existence am I dead or am I alive |
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In crimson fluid hell is what I found |
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Feel the larva crawling eating constant breeding |
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Host of lives beneath the skin reborn |
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Again |
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Reincarnated in hell |
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An army ready to conquer |
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Fed by the lord of flies |
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Hordes of flies |
