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Alive - I was a pestilence |
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dying - I will be your death. |
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You feel like walls are breathing |
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and I touch you with my dead palm |
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scenting a panic in your head |
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and no-disturbing stolid pain. |
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Isn't taking one's own life like a game |
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ruling existence? |
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Being a sickness of reigning chaos, |
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soaking utterly a life in - |
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Aren't you the one, who wants |
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to resist me? |
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Torment of faintness terrifies, |
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but the last word belongs to me. |
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Writhe as a snake! |
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Fear will be reduced to ashes |
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Being alone you will feel |
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a depth of abyss, darkness and anger. |
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In the dead eyes the fear has stayed |
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dead eyes see the future. |
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Share the mastery of nonenity |
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to me, dead man. |
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Take your torturer away |
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to the abyss of eternal darkness |
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Alive - I was a pestilence |
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dying - I have sentenced all... |