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Down in the |
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Carnal Abbyss... |
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Dying in this putrid place |
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Pale dissected bodies rot... |
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Minced, disemboweled and partially defleshed |
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Dying on a mass of chyme |
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Floating on a mass of rancid excrement |
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Fear of the pathologists |
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In the Putritorium they will never find me |
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I'm still alive... |
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But rot is infecting my tissues... crawling through melting innards... on faecal sludge |
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My Body is covering by festers and pus |
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Dying on a mass of chyme |
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Floating on a mass of rancid excrement |
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Blinded by the |
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Ammonium mist |
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The putrid effluvium... |
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I can't resist |
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The carnal abyss... |
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The secretions of the dead are dripping and my skin is turning grey |
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Loathing desperation... |
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I'm going to escape |
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Get out of this pile of rotting entrails |
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Dying on a mass of chyme |
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Floating on a mass of rancid excrement |
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Decompositive abbyss |