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Lick and swallow! Plague, you won't enter me again |
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Ill-disposed travelers spreading inside of me |
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Die, you weaken me |
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I know what you are |
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A sneaky passenger under a friendly disguise |
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I remember your terrifying work |
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Your endless spread. Your pieces colonizing bowels and guts |
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Infected cells, synthetic cancer |
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Like thousands invisible parts of broken glass making me secretly bleed |
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Their contaminated smoke invades me with symptoms beginnings |
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Dullness and shivers grow |
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My stomach burns |
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Paralyzing shoulders and spine |
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Swallow, all the water you would drink |
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All the showers you'd take for hours |
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Swallow, would not prevent from the noxious effect |
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For a neuronal hecatomb |
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Legs start to hurt |
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My sights lowly changes, I cannot think anymore |
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The bearable emptiness as things disappear |
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And leave me alone in a fiction no man's land |
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Inhale, swallow |
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Feel like if you were someone else |
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I just want to sleep |
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With the hope never to awake |
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I hate these germs, this everlasting sickness |
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I just can see him, this pathetic man watching me |
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And his strength to make me open the mouth |
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Die! |
