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The monstrous reflection, the warning sign desolates |
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Preposterous thinking and following action |
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Eternal deathlike quiescence, entropic tears of mother earth |
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From liquid soil I slumber in turmoil, sway the cradle of dust |
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Parasites of paradise, the sublime treacherous desires |
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The reckoning day in sanguinary decay |
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Washed away in disastrous waves of machinery's awe |
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Crunching away the golden lifeline, the red alert subsistence |
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Lie down, feed on the edge of the world |
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Like rats in the cradle |
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Drift on, heed crimson rivers of desolation |
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Waste of gluttony, destruction/Waste of gluttonous construction |
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The scorching inception of estatic please |
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Crumbling substance, layer by layer |
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Disciples of black light, clones of diminished might |
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Bite after bite you are the sickness, choking on the futile resistance |
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Deadweight world, blood-saturated thirst |
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Pulsating instinct, swarming in the garden of worms |
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Of disgust, I'm shattered into dust, ice sculpture of everfrost |
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Degradead receptors succumb |
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Praise, raise the glass to drink for sickness |
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We're rats in the cradle of maggots |
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Sleepwalking masses, slaves to inherited madness |
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Can't smell the rot of your own existence |
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Blasphemous ceremony of corroded harmony |
