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The crawling heart reeks |
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Like fungus from the soul |
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The prowling worm seeks |
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Its grace and its grief |
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Heart is sworn |
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And the worm, it licks |
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Tongue like thorns |
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And the spit burns holes |
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Heartworm |
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Heartworm |
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The fever aches |
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Grows with the tainted self |
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The sweat flows |
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And paints the inner hell |
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Heart is sworn |
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And the worm, it licks |
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Tongue like thorns |
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Heart is sworn |
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And the worm, it licks |
|
Tongue like thorns |
|
The spit burns holes |
|
The fever aches |
|
Grows with the tainted self |
|
The sweat flows |
|
And paints the inner hell |
|
Heart is sworn |
|
And the worm, it licks |
|
Tongue like thorns |
|
Heart is sworn |
|
And the worm, it licks |
|
Tongue like thorns |
|
The spit burns holes |