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Scorching down the mountain with a roar of thunder |
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Ravenous undertow that drags you under |
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Violent thrashing in the jaws of fury |
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Scathing hate from the one man jury |
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The final day, the final night |
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Devoid of sound, absence of light |
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Valleys of gray in a world so toxic |
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Slither through the muck of the now dead, once sick |
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Sniffing out prey for the final cleansing |
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No allies, no love, too late for mending |
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Flowing from your skull like molten lava |
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The warmth of your blood heats the freezing horror |
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Shred fingers to the bone clawing walls unseen |
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Clinging to your faith, so goddamn obscene |
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Rats strip the bones of vermin like you |
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Hypocrite supreme as you preach your virtue |
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Scald of your charm, now taste the backlash |
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Choking in a storm of human ash |
