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Shrouded by this mortal veil, something has gone wrong |
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Engaging conscious thought, though we are dead gone |
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A new beginning to the physiological |
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But as we decompose, the pain is unbearable |
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Cellular dissolution, structures in decay |
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Our systems in disarray |
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Glistening lividity on exfodiating skin |
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Living decomposition |
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From beyond the pale, we survive |
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The pain of being dead alive |
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Eyeballs exssicate |
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As moisture dissipates |
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The epidermis shrinks |
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As a countenance sinks |
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No marrow left to slake |
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Dried bones as they break |
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Muscles liquify |
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As the skelature is nullified (solo: "The Living Dead" by S.C. McGrath) |
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The abdomen distends |
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With noxious gasses that offend (solo: "Life After Death" by J. Kocol) |
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Organs dessicate |
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A foul odor we execrate (solo: "Return of the Living Dead" by S.C. McGrath) |
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Four disparate minds converge on one theorem |
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Merits were to be had for our death-defying serum |
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Decomposing and gutted, our existence it prolonged |
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Though we have died, still we live on |
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Post-mortem torturing, immortal suffering |
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Pain receptors functioning |
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Prone amongst detritus without ambulation |
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No tomb, no rest, no supplication |
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We suffer while our nervous systems thrive |
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The pain of being dead alive |
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We never wanted to revive |
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The pain of being dead alive |
