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Indisposed your worse thoughts your nightmares upon you |
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There's nothing |
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I can do but take it all from you |
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We must stop this epidemic |
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It's not a glossary of the embalming process |
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As you rot and take on a smell |
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Putrid stench all over... |
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That's the reason that you've had enough? |
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Why is death treated as something you must learn to revere |
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Why are all our bodies left to rot |
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Why should we thankful for your false appreciation |
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Why must we know everything about life |
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Constrain the limbs and suspect my containment |
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A grizzly scene... blood is all |
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I see now |
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Such a laborious task and a jumbled mess |
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To confront and clean up as |
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I look deep inside |
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Why is death treated as something you must learn to revere |
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Why are all our bodies left to rot |
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Why should we be thankful for your false appreciation |
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Why do we never think, question it inspect it |
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Upon inspection |
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I saw nothing out of place |
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Saw nothing that would require more time |
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I know that it's just a job for some people but |
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You can't see it the way |
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I see it it is my life |
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It's my life |
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Indisposed your worst thoughts your nightmares upon you |
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There's nothing |
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I can do but take it all from you |
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We must stop this epidemic |
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It's not a glossary of the embalming process |
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As you rot and take on a smell |
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Putrid stench all over... |
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That's the reason that you've |
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I had enough? |
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There is no god! |
