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Open wounds the open gash let it all begin |
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Disease it dances on the grave and celebrates the end, the end! |
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Away with smiles away with life destroying all in time |
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Craving illness carries on marching down the line |
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Gnawing at the guts of man a vicious, craving illness |
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Trauma lives inside us all it's turned a healthy world |
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Gnawing at the guts of man a vicious, craving illness |
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On it goes it never rests start the morbid heave |
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Bringing on the living ghost a whiter shade of pale, so pale! |
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So fast it takes them from the joy ugliness alive |
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That person slumped in that chair looks nothing like mankind |
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Gnawing at the guts of man a vicious, craving illness |
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Trauma lives inside us all it's turned a healthy world |
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Gnawing at the guts of man a vicious, craving illness |
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It turns and it feeds |
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Attacking the world |
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DISEASE, DISEASE |
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It's craving forever |
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And it's never fulfilled |
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Gnawing at the guts of man a vicious, craving illness |
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Reduced to nothing taken down failing hand now falls |
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A skeleton of broken mass the wicked's taken hold, stronghold |
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The living left to grief and mourn unveil the black of death |
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Watch the pupils fade away and stop the view of life |
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Gnawing at the guts of man a vicious, craving illness |
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Trauma lives inside us all it's turned a healthy world |
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Gnawing at the guts of man a vicious, craving illness |
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The living left to grief and mourn unveil the black of death |
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Watch the pupils fade away stop the view of life |
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Turned body of the healthy human life |
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Illness takes our mind |
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Attacking 'til we die |
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Destroys the one you love |
