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Wake up in a sweat |
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Blood in my mouth |
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Fainted by the torture, had no time to shout |
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A gathering of freaks, and evil plot, a feast |
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Trapped in the furnace, sacrificial to the beast |
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Temperature's increased, searing my skin |
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I start to realize I'm the last of my kin |
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Acrid devastation in the furnace of fate |
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Bubbles on my body, I know it's far too late |
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Hair is removed by the embers hiss |
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Retarded people laugh, worthless life in a bliss |
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Eyes leave their sockets, sour taste of pus |
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Abscess boiling, burst and gush |
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Oven of disgust, companion of distrust |
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Medium rare for the course is a must |
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See the bastard smile, will be devoured by them freaks |
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Genitals charred, I pay the price for being meek |
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The hatch is open |
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Topping me with spice |
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Roasted body, their hunger's my demise |
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They sit around the table, those ugly ****s |
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Served as a three-course dinner, yucks! |
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Excrements boil, they don't seem to care |
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Brunch of flesh gobbets, in their lair |
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My final rest on a silver plate |
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I hope they choke on my limbs, showing my hate |
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Bred in a line of incesticide |
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Sick and deformed, not on my side |
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Furnace funeral |