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Art form of the butchers, forgotten tales of death |
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Flashback of dementia, fearing myself |
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Poetic infliction, fix your body to the core |
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Skinned alive, as terror grows [Chorus] |
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Smell decay of sorrow |
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Infinite to follow |
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Neurocranial terror |
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Celebrate my horror |
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Pseudoexophoria, irrational psycho reflex |
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Extreme desire, forgotten itself |
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Behind progression, breath my death through the air |
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Aroused by carcass, |
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I found it there [Chorus] |
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Hollow laughter, childhood cries |
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And when I turn, in rhyme with silence found my crimes |
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Wound in a coil - inborn to myself |
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Absurd vision-caress again |
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Love and life means nothing to me |
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Fragments of fear, of my sanity |
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Fragments of insanity |
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Far beyond |
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My last friend |
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Neuronophagy |
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Burst illusion, madness fry |
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How do I feel, 'n now intake a dream survive |
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Look to the dance - of my lunacy |
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Matters forming - 'n plagues all of me |
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My confessions - neurosis die |
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Psycho catharsis of my genocide |
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Fragments of insanity |
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To recipe my mind |
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Rise - the ovation |
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Feel to die |
