| A rotten stench
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| Surrounds another ended life
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| Maggots infesting the rotten flesh
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| Is that the way you want to die?
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| Decomposed
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| Don’t want to live in a decaying shell
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| But why should I go to heaven
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| And who’s to say I’ll enter hell
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| Dead — Deceased, but life goes on
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| I will be the one who won
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| My charred body will decay
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| But my soul will be floating anyway
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| Visually a corpse
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| But what’s inside my head
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| Don’t consider I once was deceased
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| So I guess I’ll come back from the dead
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| Dying my death
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| In relentless aggrieve
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| Dead and put down in a wooden box
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| Just can’t be my destiny
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| Dead — Deceased, but life goes on
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| I will be the one who won
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| Continue to seek and you will see
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| That life is your worst enemy |