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As time passes by you inhale your last breath |
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With every shot you march one step cleser to your death |
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Just a leprous mongrel digging his own grave |
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And paving his way through a pile of misery |
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Atrocity of man, symbol of decay |
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Intricate solution, sepsis sets in |
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With every shot and evey high your end seeps in |
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The euphoria you seek marks your atrophy |
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Iodine reeps and marks your destiny |
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With an artificial high your skin bleaks, |
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Insert the needle, again and again |
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Expurgating abscess, hemoglobic decay |
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A rotten mess, you finally became |
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Expurgation euphoria, untill the bitter end |
