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A low primal growl |
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Reverberates through |
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my frame |
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as nerves |
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break through the skin |
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Plunge |
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The ether |
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The limits of excess |
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Nothing to savour anymore my body is drained |
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We are left alone pulsating round an infection |
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Everything has a point of no return |
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Surrender unsleeping to the unfolding light |
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It seems to carry us through until the end |
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Disintegrate disconnected scenes gradually form one seething mass |
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Oceans of extremes of joy and pain and crashing waves |
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Nothing to more to savour |
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We are left pulsating |
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Surender to the light |
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Disintegrate through the ether |
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The nausea is digging in |
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The tide leaves but the scum |
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The filth of the earth |
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It is time to soak up |
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The aric wasteland |
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Of the psyche through the fibres |