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To obliterate all human life |
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The need to cause suffering |
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Our innate base instinct pulls us back |
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To primitive ways |
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The undertow pulls me down |
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Devouring human flesh - rotten |
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The stench of your bleeding hole, leaking |
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Thr sweet smell of rotten death |
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The dying gasp |
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Your eyes roll back - white now |
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In your skull, the brain is dead, slowly |
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Convulsing limbs, the face is |
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Stabbed, hacking |
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Your head is seperated |
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From your neck |
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I drink of your decay |
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The primitive ways |
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The rooted killing instinct |
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The return to the wild |
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Open torso of my living victim |
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I eat its heart |
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Still alive and beating |
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Gainer power from your murder |
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Souls of dead in me |
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Gaining immortality |
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Violent means to an end |
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Your soul I will infect |
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Torn apart |
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Of the dead... Of the dead |
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To obliterate all human life |
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The need to cause suffering |
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Our innate base instinct pulls us back |
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To primitive ways |
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The undertow pulls me down |
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Devouring human flesh - rotten |
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The stench of your bleeding hole, leaking |
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The sweet smell of rotten death |
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The undertow pulls me down |
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To the depths of depravity |
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The undertow pulls me down |
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To the depths of insanity |
