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Repulsive parasites feeding on your mind |
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Shrieking demons |
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Within your skull they fly |
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See the colors so bright and brilliant |
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The hunger starts |
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It's brain matter you want |
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Voices so twisted command you |
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Don't try to resist it |
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Give in to the belief |
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That bliss is within reach |
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So destroy the wicked in your eyes |
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And feast |
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Fuel the creatures in you rhead |
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(The answer is in the slaughtered dead) |
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State of mind unbalancing |
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Distorted sick reality |
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Must achieve immortality |
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It's god again |
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He speaks |
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About the tasks you must complete |
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Tripping hard |
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Your brain is shorted out |
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You must believe |
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Cranial chaos |
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Blurs of violence |
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Keep the cravings fed |
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Are they coming in or out |
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This hole inside your head |