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To see the interior of a dark coffin |
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What is it like to be inside dead..? |
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Is there something |
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I might perceive, |
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Or is it just infinity...? |
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Viley maggots swarm within stale pus, |
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Accelerating rate of putridity... |
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Thought patterns preserved in energetic form |
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Or is it lost, lost in infinity...? ... |
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Fierce... |
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Is there something that |
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I might live, |
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Or is it all lost in nothingness...? |
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Weakened tissue starts rapidly to degrade |
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Under progressive foulness, former vital organs |
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Are replaced by a clumb of corpse tumors |
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Is that what expects us in the deep - |
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Just corpse tumors...? [Solo: "Hymn for an angel"] |
