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This suffering must come to an end |
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These razors within me must be expelled |
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Whoever dreamed such a glorious dream |
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That a tremendous expulsion could bring me such joy |
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The release of the pressure, an end to the suffering |
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A warm, moist feeling as I leave you behind |
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The glorious emptiness within me brings tears to my eyes |
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But now it must be filled with the giver of life |
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Gorge myself with its sweetness, keep it all for myself |
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There is none left for you, I am not yet complete |
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I must devour you as well, your life's blood will become a part of me |
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Become a part of me, for I'm the almighty Bunt |
