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Every day it seeps a little deeper |
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I have it in me now |
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I carry your mark and your curse |
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Heartrot creeps |
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Withers tainted sleepers |
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I know every day it gets a little worse |
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A little worse |
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From without, the torrent's fierce erosion |
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The undertow scouring from within |
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Hollow rapture spreads like corrosion |
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Mouldering me under my skin |
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My skin |
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Veins writhe |
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Bones tremble |
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Am I dead already |
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Or only excarnating |
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Gravid pulse |
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Something wants to waken |
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I wilt and wane |
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Into a membrane thinned |
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Between debauch leeching the taken |
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And septic rain |
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This day's poisoned twins |
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Twins |
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Mind bends |
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Breaks, disassembles |
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A chrysalis incubating |
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Cast away, barely alive |
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Mind bends |
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Breaks, disassembles |
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A chrysalis incubating |
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Cast away, barely alive |
