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Pain traversing body, silent squeal |
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Is coming from a cracked ground |
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Vultures with bloody wings |
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Are waiting for their victim |
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No forgives, no revival |
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Corpse without ideas, without dreams |
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Worm desert's wind |
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Burns up dries lungs |
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Where is his help - lying carcasses |
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Food of dead, dirty soul |
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Revival, lie of book of fools |
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No existing world of illusion |
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Worms, rolling live body |
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Fake god, will never die |
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Dirt of my thoughts will be glue |
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Connecting bloody pieces of being - |
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I'm who I'm - |
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****ing lie, empty words |
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Where is your army, your servants |
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Sing of the demons, lurking |
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On the edge of the dream's perception |
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They want to take a breath, look inside |
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Enter in the middle of the madness |
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To find a peace? |
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Simply-minding of existing! |
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Spit off the lies from your rotten mouth |
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Take a breath of heat, feel the final pain |
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Lay down in front of your only |
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Master Hate will be your revival |