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He will be back soon, he always does |
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The wooden stairs crack under his steps |
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Slow and full cruelty |
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The permanent tic-tac, relentless and aggressive |
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I feel so alive under the beats |
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I wait for him patiently |
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My wounds never have time to close |
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Until a new awakening of the predator |
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Erase me |
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My soul is dead for me |
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I can smell his putrid aroma |
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Mixed with the wetness and filth of this place |
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My face lies on the ground inhaling the dust |
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My soul is dead for me |
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Unchain the rage |
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Meet your glance, find your weakness |
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As you must have one |
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Offer my body as meat and my blood as a gift |
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A past without any trail will be mine |
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Becoming your prey |
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Death comes to us all |
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We are what we are |
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Prey erase me |
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Bending again, wild and vulnerable according to your cynic desire |
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Your favorite play, your animal dominance |
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Open the case and make the puppet dance |
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With the symphonic sounds of a distant orchestra |
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The blood has stuck my lips but these melodies caress my wounded ears |
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Resounding until your distrust and hunger finish me |
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You chosen to be my guide on the fertile and erogenous fields |
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My soul is dead for me |
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Unchain the rage |
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Death comes to us all |
